The merchants may cough up a few golds if you could remove them.” He takes me to the General asian store and introduces me to the proprietor. Before I know it there are four other men offering a small, but tidy sum to kill the Ogres. By mid-morning Rebecca and I are back at camp. Discussing our new job with my war council. It takes two days for my boys to scout out the Ogres lair. A large cave in the side of a crumbling hill. I had ordered them to avoid the human residents of the area. Or to be very polite if they couldn’t. I can’t help feeling like we could be sitting on a powder keg of racial tension if we tight aren’t careful. I approach the cave under Kara’s protest. She had wanted to sneak in at night and have our snake people silently slit their throats. The thought made me a little queasy. “Hello, Ogres!” I call from a safe distance. Three big, ugly men stomp out of the cave. eight or nine feet tall with ugly caricature faces, and fat. They brandish clubs at me, but look nervously at my troupe. “You will leave this place, and not return. Or I will kill you.” I demand in my most authoritative voice. This seems to make the Ogres angry, unfortunately. “Stupid human!” One bellows. Then the trio lumber at me. They receive half a dozen crossbow bolts to their barrel chests before they even reach me. Then I am diving past, slicing at a meaty leg. There was never much doubt student about cum the outcome here. I turn and jab the one in the center in the back a couple times. The Ogre on the left already slumping to the ground. His neck and shoulder a spray of blood and gore from Karagoth’s mighty axe. I have a small army. The Ogres have impressive resilience and teen strength. In the end they quickly fall to me and my men. Other than scrapes and bruises no one is even hurt. Kara gives me a look as she wipes off her axe. now more asian than one man has opened his pants. The next time she was alone with Bella, student Stephanie decided to get some answers, real answers this time. Bree returned, sat down and teen took a swig of beer. My Master is relaxing back in a canvas safari chair, his loose pants bulging with an erection. cum “Ok, we'll start you off with the smallest one. Could you arrange that for me, you and some friend of yours?” Jennifer guided her tit to the top of Becky’s vagina and the nipple made contact with her swollen and sensitive clit. He’d tight seen clips where guys were jacking themselves to squirts while being banged from behind. She rubbed the small of my back. “They will fight until someone claims you as their mate.”