Abby walked quietly with her hands before her, she could hear the crunches and things but she ignored it. Five minuntes into the stone path she felt a trickle of annoyance. He was going to be a parakeet. Walking and being quiet the girl kept calm, "Soon as we get to the dirt path we will be fifteen minutes away. Ask again and I'll make sure you won't be walking there." She growled and looked at him, her eyes seemingly taking on silver hues with yellow. She pointed to the dirt path that went off the road and spoke, "I'd taking you to an old tailor magican. He is rather good at sizing clothes for people." soon the wooded area seemed to get less wood adn more like an orchard. Up ahead was a large two story house. It was fenced with a low gate.<br/><br/>:+::+::+::+::+::+:<br/><br/>The young slave moaned as his master continued to play with his penis, it was helping as a distraction but it was not able to stop the second cry. It was a quieter one due to the tongue that was slipped into his mouth. If anyone saw this he wasn't sure if he'd be fine with it but who knew? He whimpered and gripped his hands together as his body began to adjust to the feel. When it went up again into thrusts he whipered more and moaned. The feel of the hand playing with him made him shiver. His own tongue traced his master's.