I could see many more Romans but we had not entered the trap yet. I gave my report while continuing to survey the land. There were now even two Romans... within a few hundred metres of our camp.I said to BamshAd, "I am not going to be able to do the same thing we did last time. I do not want a battle either. I think the best idea is to go back to the camp and pretend that we do not know of the Romans but return the way we came at a leisurely pace. If the Romans want us they will have to chase us.". ”Steve didn’t know what John’s email said, specifically, but he knew better than to resist further. He moved to the chair, bent over the back, and put his palms on the seat. “Just, please, not too hard, ok?”He leaned over the chair, naked, exposed, and surrounded by his coworkers who were about to paddle him.There were laughs and giggles all around.“What do you think, guys?” asked Robert. “Ten swats apiece?”“Oh, God, that’s forty!” said Steve. “Please don’t do this. I’ll cooperate, I swear!”But. I’ll think carefully about you idea of a present. Will talk again soon, goodnight Maggie.’ A little earlier Hope had given Nash the background on Maggie. Named Margaret Elaine Lewis at birth but quickly called Mel by her doting father, a name based on her initials that survived until Margaret became a stroppy teenager, Maggie had been born in the valley. So had her two closest friends, Sue Smith (now Wicker) and Hope Honeybun. The physically larger and boisterous Maggie became the ground. But on the other hand if you share my kink maybe you should read it. Ladies, have you ever thought about what that guy pressing your doorbell wants? Could it be he is selling something you want but don't want your husband to know about? Be very careful, ladies, the next person at your door might be me.I'm one of those people you love to hate. No, I'm not some Mormon or Seventh Day Adventist knocking on your door interrupting your favorite program. There is no way I could possibly be mistaken.