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Yelling could suddenly be heard tearing through the windy night, making the servants pause. They were sure it was not the master, even though it was common to hear him at this time, yell the mistresses name in the heat of pa.s.sion. What could a woman possibly do to a man to make him scream without pride? Was it not the job of the man to conquer the woman in bed, letting her scream in testimony of his prowess? Why was the role reversed here? The servants would always sigh, not knowing where to hide their faces in shame. Their great master screamed like a woman in bed; his scary person forgotten.
The yelling they heard this night was surely not their master, but someone riding madly towards the gates. They stopped their work and looked at the shadow madly approaching. They tried to listen to the words he shouted into the night and when they did, it scared them stiff.
"Fire! Fire! The city is burning! Fire!"
Before the man arrived at the gate, one of the guards had rushed into the house to tell the master. The news was so urgent that he did not care for the frown of those guarding the halls.
"You can not enter, sir. The master is busy." one of them said respectfully, signally that the one rus.h.i.+ng past them was their superior. When they saw that he ignored them and walked right past, they seemed to panic. No matter the urgent nature of the problem, no one was allowed to barge into the master's bedroom at this hour. Even though the man ignoring them was their superior, they could not let him pa.s.s.
"No, sir.... you can't!" they rushed after him, but he glared at them in response.
He knocked twice, but did not wait for a response and he barged in. The room stilled as the guards feasted their eyes upon the sight before them.
On the bed, the master was kneeling with his naked b.u.t.t in the air, while the mistress had a wooded four inch stick tied to her naked waist; which she used to plough the master's hole from behind. The sight was scaring as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced as she performed the fast motion, letting the master moan in ecstasy. Their actions held their attention so much, they did not even notice when the guards barged in. The head guard was not faced by this view; he called to the master.
