Standing, new concerns now bubbling upwards from his stomach, he moved to the window to look out over the front of the Mansion …Chapter 12 – From ...the House to The Block, Around 5pm, May 11th 1864Catherine didn’t know the exact moment the blackness overcame her, a raging darkness through which she floated dreamily.She fought hard to regain clarity ... then remembered that although the soldiers were not gentle with her, even these barbarians seemed to have a code of honour. They could already. Jasmine, let’s say she is tall, tall enough to see into the cab of the truck at least, slim athletic type, black hair, brown eyes and flawless dark black skin. Jasmine looks up and into the cab and now sees Anna laying there dress up, legs spread and using my dick as a baby pacifier. She leans into the truck and strokes Anna’s face softly and asks if she is a new sub? I ask how do you know she is new? Well there are a couple of signs to show she either has not has a Master in a long time or. “martin what the fuc…”“ its darkoinous now that’s my real name but you wont remember”I punched her hard in the chest taking her breath as she tried to crawl from me I ripped her tight jeans from her and kissed her as my tongue darted in and out of her ass and pussy from behind her thong my searching hands found her breasts and tore her shirt and bra from them, her tits hung loss and firm I grabbed the nipples and made them hard forcing them into erection, as I did I noticed her pussy become. But if I go on a mission that takes fifty years there I come back only fifteen minutes older. So I guess when I go back I'm fifty years younger again and all of the people I knew are still old? Any way, it makes my head hurt so I don't think about it. I do know that the seasons don't always match. I never know what it's going to be there. I think that Crossroads somehow can manipulate a time bubble that can expand or contract, but time always moves forward. That way the damsels have a chance at.