The blade cutting down his back was intense, it burned like fire and caused him to get rock hard almost instantly. Rabastan hated that it had happened, but it wasn't something that could be helped. It just felt good and it was something he particularly liked. He closed his eyes and fought back a groan of pleasure that was daring to escape him.
"Y-Yes sir." Rabastan told him and turned to look at Walden. "If you could... If you could bring some butter home. It would help with cooking."
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