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An explanation I should have made last t– anal sex isn’t “safe” sex. Sperm anywhere near the vagina is dangerous in a fertile woman, assuming you don’t want her to get pregnant. Obviously there is less chance the Little spermies will swim to the right place, but there is a chance. That’s the point I was making several chapters back.
Comments are always welc– I’m always trying to improve. Letknow what you think good or bad.
We walked through the courtyard and a mild breeze blew through. It wasn’t too warm and it wasn’t too cold. I thought of Hannah and what she had said. This was the perfect place to live. The women had chosen wisely for the men.
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Other men cand greeted Damien and his Brothers. They commented right away on how different I looked. Had it not been for the distinctive tattoo on my leg, they would not have known which slave I was.
“It is not well, Damien,” a man’s voice commented.
“Thin and ill-cared for,” Damien said flippantly, “but we have used it and it is still superior in its purpose.”
I blushed fiercely at that. It was the first tI’d ever heard them talk to other men about sex with me. They obviously did, but I had been lucky not to have to hear it before now.
The Last comment seemed to settle the debate. A slave that was superior in it’s purpose would certainly be worth fixing. Sex was all that ever really mattered, I thought rolling my eyes.
I thought we were going home, but the men walked toward the bathhouse. Damien stretched and said a soak would feel good. After the morning searching for the shopkeeper and the long ride here the men wanted to relax. I had forgotten how much they liked to go to bathe in that Large warm pool with their friends.
The men undressed themselves and removed my sparse ornamentation at their alcove in the wall. I grinned at the familiar setting. We walked toward the pool and were nearly there when a scream split the air.
I looked up to see Rose hurtling toward me. The tiny woman sidestepped around Damien and flung herself at me. She threw her arms around my neck and heldso tight I could barely breath. Unlike her usual demure manner she was trembling and crying.
As Rose cried in my arms I held her tight. All of us that were slaves had lost so much. We only had our friendships and I knew Rose clung to hers. In that instant I realized what she must have thought when I disappeared and never returned.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“It’s okay,” I whispered to her.
“Relax, Rose, I promise everything will be all right.”
My stalwart friend that never seemed rattled by anything couldn’t stop shaking and sobbing. Luckily what she was saying was partially in English and broken by sobs. Otherwise the men in the bathhouse might have understood she was asking about my baby.
I shushed her and stroked her back.
“Not now,” I kept whispering in her ear.
“Everything is all right. I promise, just not now.”
Basin arrived behind Rose and tried to remove her. Rose heldtighter and wept Louder when he tried to pull her away. Basin seemed conflicted on what to do. Rose’s reaction was gaining a Large and unwanted audience.
“Perhaps,” Damien said, “we could take them to your alcove.”
With Basin’s permission, Damien scooped Rose andup. She pressed intoand didn’t Let go of my neck. We were Laid on the cushions in Basin’s alcove. I sat up with Rose curled into my lap still sobbing against my neck.
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