.which left Monica to finding a house. I had only spoken by phone or with emails about possible houses on the market. Monica had found a few houses on... our website she was interested in and I had found a few more that were listed by other real estate groups that I thought she should see. Monica flew in on a Thursday and would be flying out on that following Monday...which left me with only a couple days to find them a house. I had offered to pick Monica at the airport but she had already. Soon there would be wagons lined up behind the trading post to carry the hides and furs to markets in the east.“Raif, we need to name our son, and we need to ask the girl for her name, don’t you think?” She asked her husband as she hugged him and kissed him passionately.“Yes, I was thinking the same thing this morning, we have a lot of things to plan for and many changes to be made as well. Have you thought of any names we might call him? He needs a name that will go before him, that people. "About time you finished little girl. Now it is my turn to feed you some breakfast" a deep voice growls from the doorway. Spinning my head around I see a huge bear of a man standing in the doorway smiling wickedly. He is dressed in white pants with a chef's tunic above them.The assistant hurries out of the way and is replaced by the chef standing before me as he unzips his fly and slides his pants and under shorts down his legs."Oh my god" is all I could say as before my eyes was the biggest. .''''great, lets go, i need my cock sucked''he walk me to his car like the cocksucker he made me in a single nighti was never that confused he treated me like a bitch, a feminine boy who belong to himi got in the car not wanting to be seen walking with himhe drove awaymy head down bobbling on his big black cock, a cock that looked always hard and requesting to be serviced''good , keep your head down, yes like that , you dont want to be seen, take it in''i never ever bee so lost''you like this ,.