Neither Sandra nor I had any further comments about her trip. If our problems had been limited to her trip, I'm sure there been ways to get her cancel... it but the main reason for my relief was that now I would get rid off our expensive summerhouse, which had been a real pain in my ass.Several of Sandra's friends had summerhouses at a popular island at Baltic Sea, why she had forced me to have us to buy a house there for a sky-high price. I had refused as much as I could but gave in when Sandra. I ... I..."She stopped, unable to speak any further, breathing as fast as she could. Panic attack! By the time she had stopped speaking, Chris had his arms around her. He hugged her, and took the letter from her. Within seconds, Hassan, Alyssa and Maria were also hugging her; she was wrapped up in a big envelope of love.Hassan looked at him, real fear in his eyes. "If we keep hugging her, she'll be better soon. That must be a bad letter."Chris straightened up the letter and read it for. The last time we were in those woods, we all almost died thanks to Keythivak, Zizthithana’s assassin.Of course, both of them were dead. We killed the naga’s assassin then the serpentine bitch herself!I turned away from the woods, attracted by the sound of a cooking pot being filled with water. I turned around to the campfire where my Master’s sex slaves all were fussing over the stew pot, including his new one. It was our second day camping since we left Az, heading east, following Princess Ava. Neither of us got the patience for that. Just growls of frustrated obscenities until my sweats are past my knees. We don’t bother with her waterlogged hoodie dress. The cold cotton’s got her nipples popping. Gives her that sexy Playboy look. So I leave it bunched up around her lush baby-making hips, hips that give me pause. Hips I could have all to myself with the right words dropped to the right beat. Hips that could give me a family if I ever let her in, if I just gave her wanted she.