She starts kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. I arch my back and close my eyes, loving how it feels when she tweaks my nipples. She whispers in my e...ar, “We’re being watched, my pet.” I open my eyes to see two young men about 30 yards away, watching us. She pulls my top off my breasts, baring them to the sun. I moan, as she continues rolling my nipples in her fingers, watching as the two guys walk closer. I start to get nervous and she whispers in my ear, “You’re my fucking pet today and I’m. All during the burial and now on the journey back to the mainland, I noticed the King eyeing me, a thoughtful look on his face. Eventually he approached me."Scott, this trip and the churchmen remind me of how well you planned and led these islanders against the Norse. You earned yourself the title of Norse-slayer."His use of 'Scott' rather than his usual 'mac Fergus' suggested something was afoot and I cautioned myself to be on my guard."How well do you think you could lead five hundred men. We swapped sex partners or would sleep with them for a test to give access to the other. That was a promise we made to each other since our young age during the years we both played the role of doctors and the neighborhood boys would be our patients. Our clinic was our home underground room.Using different plastic medical tool toys we would explore the boy's body parts and ask them questions. I recall playing or doing my first medical check-up on a boy’s penis. I got curious into why it became. I'd like to have that kind of relationship with your department." Well ... that'll be different," Petra said with a wrinkled brow. "Most of the senior people don't mix with us peons." I was a peon for many years, Petra. I don't forget where I came from and don't be fooled by the vice president title. It's new and shiny and unused. Around my office in Vancouver everyone calls me Dex. We don't stand on formality." I'd get fired or maybe shot if I didn't call all the senior people Mister," she.