He had been settled under the shade of the tree for a little while, slowly rising himself up to bow to her. “Mistress,” Though they were alone, they were visible, and others on the property would punish him later if he didn’t play everything by the book. The two moved off once she explained the final stump, and he picked up his pickaxe in a huff and a snort. He had been tired out by the physical labor, but there were very few men in the world who would remain tired for such a prize. He had no questions in his mind for what she wanted, what she was hoping for. It was a good thing he wore the leather, because his member was already starting to push against it. It had gotten very hot under there during the day, so the smell of his sex would be very strong once it was released…