François was busy cleaning tack as I harnessed the Percherons.“I did not think an English milord would be able to plough a field as well as you do....”He said.I explained I was a farmer’s son and had learned to plough at eight years old.He nodded. “Aye, you have to start young. Matilde’s father, Abel Gance, was our ploughman, and he was a good one. He and I, and Mimi and Chloe’s father, Jean Renoir, were conscripted together. Abel was killed at our first battle—Austerlitz.”“What about Jean, I. I was hypnotized by the sound of the small animal’s bones being crushed, watching it being killed and swallowed. Every inch of my body wanted to get up and run away, but it was impossible. I was paralyzed, forced to bear witness to the terrible scene. Something strange arose from deep within my body, a terrible feeling as if I was… envious.She seemed to notice I was uncomfortable, and in an effort to calm me, she pulled my head towards her and laid it on her lap. So close to her body, my nose. I felt the veins as I was licking my way toward his nipples. I knew that I couldn’t be the only one turned on. I worked my way down to his abs. His abs felt amazing. He had an 8-pack that was very defined. I licked each and every one. He moaned and groaned so loudly. He pushed me back onto his bed. I knew I was about to cum, but he didn’t allow it. He turned on the fan, and the cold air made my erection go away. “The fun is just beginning,” he said. He started grabbing his crotch. He forced me. "Richard thought for a second and said, "Okay, what if they offered you free medical, cures for any disease you have or may get, and the chance to go the stars to explore the galaxy, and see what is out there. But the only requirement would be you would have to give up your citizenship, and join their Federation. Would you do it?"Michelle quickly said, "Free medical and cures for any disease would be good, but give up my home country? I don't know if I could do that. I love my country. I would.