The sun is setting as Sofia opens her eyes. She lies still for a minute, attempting to focus. She is somewhat hesitant to make any kind of a move. Eventually she gathers her senses, deliciously haunted by the most sensational and erotic dream of her life. She sits up and eyes Hank, lying beside the bed wagging his tail, his face and thick mane covered in blood.
"Jesus! Boy, what happened to you?"
She jumps up from the bed and takes a step towards him and immediately is surprised at the cum running down her inner thighs, her pussy gushing freely.
"What the fuck?" she declares.
The memory of her erotic dream comes flooding back to the forefront of her mind. She questions if it was a dream as the still warm cum drips and runs sweetly. Ori, Malika! Suddenly, the message is clear!
Grabbing a cloth, she quickly wipes her undercarriage as she is concerned for Hank. Hank jumps up and dances around like a one-hundred-and-fifty-pound puppy. He grabs her hand and drags her out onto the porch. Hank presents the carcass of a huge buck, a white tail deer that he hunted down and killed. The head and neck were gone. Sofia looks at the carcass and then at Hank.
"I see you had yourself a little snack big man!"
Hank dances and barks over and over, his fat belly limiting his movement. Sofia attempts to tackle him and wrestle the big hound. Laughing and playing they tumble in the dirt, happy that Hank is such a good hunter and provider.
Sofia strings the deer up on the porch to bleed and forces Hank into one of the water troughs. He doesn't like the idea of bathing, but Sofia reminds him that if he wants to sleep next to her, he must be clean. She scrubs him up and down, making fun of the flowery scent from the soap.
With that task completed, Sofia gets to skinning the buck. She and Hank enjoy a venison dinner, filling their bellies to capacity. She coats the excess meat in salt and wraps it in cloth, storing it in the underground cold celler. Before drifting off to sleep for the eveniing Sofia asks Hank,
"Have a guess as to when Jack will be back buddy?"
Hank stares at her and whimpers a bit. He also misses his master.
"I sure hope he is alright."
With that established, they drift off to deep restful sleep.
The next morning, Jack awakens to find his clothes freshly washed and a note on the top of the pile. "Thank you, lover, for the most wonderful night of my life. Sarah." With xoxoxo written in a heart shape.
Jack shakes his head and ponders to himself, "What have I done!"
He skips down the stairs and enjoys a huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, and potatoes with Maggie. At 0945 they slip out the back door of the tavern, down the alley ways, and into the livery. Thomas waves them into his office and shades the windows.
"Ok Mr. Jack. I have documentation of ownership, including the correct markings, "48" of one "Sofia" the slave. I want you to know that I have put many people at risk to ascertain these papers."
Jack thanks him profusely and drops another 50 jingles on his table.
Thomas nods and says, "Mighty generous. Of course, you don't know me, if any of this comes into question at some later time!"
Jack nods in agreement.
