She tried to keep her curiosity at bay but she asked again Who? Just as I was about to say something back her eyes grew to saucer sized as she looked ...over my shoulder, she gulped and squeaked Your brother! Your brother is here! Does he know what I want? Panic was making her voice barely a whisper. Yup I replied casually, he knows. Angel shot me a look of complete desperation but I tried to reassure her Mark and I share a history with those cheerleaders, this wont be the first time weve seduced. He is compelled to extreme language and sex acts by His testosterone. It is your task to help relieve His strong passions; be aware that venting them on you will drive Him to harder intercourse with you. In short, if a Man calls his gurl a "Useless sissy cunt", she can expect a sound fucking from Him, and the warm glow that she will get afterwards from having pleased Her man, by His sexual satisfaction, and your complete submission.3. Your pleasure is unimportant. Actually, this rule is almost. Yet it 'hurts so good.' It's odd. I get the feeling that if I were his only lover, I wouldn't be nearly as obsessed and aroused by him all the time. It would be more of a typical, boring relationship. The fact that we have to share him helps make things wonderfully crazy, kind of fostering a sense of friendly competition." Yeah, that's true," Susan agreed. "I can't say I understand how it works, but it does. Emphasis on 'friendly' though. Like you said, whenever he cums, it's a victory for all. Sir Reginald's prized steed was a dark brown stallion named Bucephalus. Tristan brought over a light saddle, put it on the beast, lead him out of the stable and climbed on. Bucephalus was a calm horse, unlike his namesake, and accepted Tristan without issue. With his feet in the stirrups and his hands on the reins, Tristan took off. This was theft, and Tristan knew that once Reginald discovered his crime he would gather a search party to reclaim his wayward squire and prized horse, but Tristan.