I didn’t kid myself. He may not be as fit as I may be, but he knew more about fighting than I did. He was not likely to fight fair either if he thou...ght he could get away with it.Cavil opened a gate to a holding yard. I trotted in and moved to the far corner before I turned. I watched as my grandfather entered. I could see him checking out the dimensions of the yard and its state. I too took note of the unevenness of the ground.My grandfather walked around the yard a little and positioned. I think my eyes must have bulged out as he hit bottom, and then he drew back and plunged in again.The usual light sting I would feel at the start of being fucked was replaced by a burning agony that felt like my ass was being ripped open. Even so, knowing he was so excited by using me like this got my blood pumping, hot and thick, through my body. I gritted my teeth and held my breath until the burning sting faded into a mild background warmth.James though, never slowed his thrusts. He fucked. It was mostly the stock photos that you see everywhere; men or women dressed in black leather, pulling their slaves back by the hair, showing riding crops to them, paddling their ass.I found myself strangely excited, heart racing, dick hard, perspiration congealing on my brow. There was something so feral about it, so enticing. It got me to thinking about losing control; about having someone else completely in command, so I wouldn't have to be.I turned it off. I thought there was something. She was hiding under some rugs in one corner of an upper room and was completely hidden in an abaya."Strip," he ordered.The woman did not move until he drew his bayonet and waved it at her."Strip, or I'll cut it off," he said menacingly.As she removed the all concealing garment, he realised that she was perhaps thirty and her breasts had begun to sag. To his disgust she was not shaved, and he remembered the rumours that it was not usually the custom in Tirfil to shave women's bodies. Although.