Even though there was little doubt that Anton and Rhonda would be engaging in sex at the first opportunity, and that Eric and Andrea were anything but... tight-assed about such goings-on, she gave her permission, accepting the reality that nature would not be denied.For her part, Rhonda’s behavior was all they could have hoped for. She was pleasant and cooperative, insisting on helping with dinner, both the preparation and the cleaning up. She wasn’t consciously trolling for praise, but since her. Scouts remained posted ready to ride in if trouble should show up.The wealth the caravan possessed was amazing, more than the wealth of five or six usual caravans, the amount of high value goods was so concentrated.It looked like they carried trash, loads of silk thread, wood, fine wine amphora, and brass dishes, but buried within were jewels, perfumes, saffron, fine jade, rare John carvings and Indian steel weapons, along with many intermediate value items such as ceramic and glass cups, glass. While I munched on the bagel and sipped on the coffee I worked my e-mails and text messages on the smart phone. I decided that I was going to get a cheap laptop to keep in the truck for times like these, along with a thumb drive. I could be working on serious stuff instead of filling my face.I waited until Patti left for work in a cab. Nothing seemed out of the way this morning. That made me even more curious. I let several cars go by then I followed her to the office.The construction was. Condoms did make sex feel worse, and there wasstill options for me. Hell, I'm pretty sure that Dan, Joe and Erik-me hadjoked around about this situation. I hadn't realised then just howviolated I would feel. He took my choice from me, ignored my consent. Inarrowed my eyes at him."You know what this means?" My throat, raw from the consensualthroatfuck, gave my voice a low rasp. "I consented to protected sex. Myprints are on the condom and that drawer. You took that from me."You. Fucking..