I looked at him again and smiled. A look of contentment came over his face. He happily smiled back at me, as if he had found something he’d been loo...king for some time.I asked him how he found living in Iron Hills. Then I happily listened and enjoyed my port as he told me about the other places on this continent that he had seen. We talked for about an hour, and I decided it was time to go home.“Are you coming home with me?” I asked him.“Yes, you are my home,” he said.I didn’t question his. As she began fingering herself, before it was lost to the pleasure of the moment, she had one last lucid thought: who was truly the mistress, and who was truly the slave?Or was she simply fooling herself? The answer was none of the above. They were both slaves now.Linda felt anxious the entire morning. Part of it was anxiety over what she knew was going to happen. Part of it was anxiety over the possibility of it not happening.She had hoped that a night's sleep would rid her of the desires that. The wagon turned off the clearly marked trail at that particular moment when nobody was looking in his direction, so his defection went unremarked. He managed to get about 100 feet off the trail when the wagon seemed to fall right out from under him. The weight of the mules was not enough to trigger the problem, but the weight of the heavily loaded wagon was enough to break through the covering of the sink hole.As the wagon twisted in its fall, the wagon tongue was broken loose and the mules. The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern they tried to puzzle their way out of the mess they had found themselves in.The three had been adventuring together for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin.