A smile floods my lips as I once again can feel her hand in mine, walking straight for the tree that we sat under. I slowly slide to the ground starin...g up at the sky. I can feel her looking at me. But where is she? Why do I hope nothing more but to once again find her? My eyes slowly tear as I think of her kneeling in front of me staring into my eyes, her warm grey eyes going cold, my hands clutching hers when she pulls me closer, her lips find my forehead, then my nose, then my cheek, and. A rope was tied under the table,connecting my collar to the strap on my balls. Everytime I turned myhead, my balls got a nasty yank. My unseen attackers threw a tarp overme and laughed and told me to get some sleep. I was exhausted from therough fucking, but mostly from my emotions. It was painful, but I didfall asleep.It seemed like I was ripped back to consciousness in no time, as I felta stream of hot urine splash across my face. I heard laughter, but itwas too far away to make any sense. If. Wilhan provided an opportunity for their future. Similar provisions were made for widows.The slaves, the remnants of Wilhan's army, and the new men coming down, quickly developed the land, and within five years Wilhan had a thriving farm community around his rebuilt castle. He then sold Lorgar's farm to sever all ties to the clan.The dragon creatures were fairly common in the southern borderlands and seemed to be in direct competition with bears. They were not above killing livestock so Wilhan. It's just that I need...to reboot? It's as good an explanation I have, but I latch onto it with everything I am. I don't enjoy it, it's just something that has to be done. If I don't, I'll ruin Tracy before she's ever done. I don't like it.I don't.I am nude at the moment, as I am most of the time. At the most I wear a thin robe. My nudity is a sign of dominance, a subtle reminder of my confidence to every slave I own. Only during certain meetings or functions do I dress. And this.I make my way.