But I prefer to be called Miss K. What's yours?" Alright Miss K!" the girl giggled as she seductively rolled her hips and made the two steps over to t...e couch. "My name's Tracy, and I'll be your entertainment, you Amazon," she said as she planted her hands on the wall on either side of Miss K, looking down at her in the soft light with a smile and letting her cleavage dangle in front of Miss K's face."Let's get started."Tracy stood up and rocked her hips from side to side, slowly sliding her. I was twenty five then and brother Austin fifteen. My late Mom was almost as keen a fisherman as me and one day it had dawned cloudy and cool she suggested we try the small stream that ran just below the house called Mill Creek. I let her use my old hip waders as the steam could be waded in places and wore rubber boots myself. The water was still fairly high as it can get low in late summer due to evaporation and careless irrigation which happened a lot back then when the water ran crystal. She was in the other room. I was scared stupid, but If I was having a stroke I’d rather it kill me than adding another level of disability. I don’t want a life as a vegetable in a home.On the Night Of Hell they thought I was having a stroke and gave me a shot that they charged me personally, not the insurance company because I don’t have any, me personally over $98,000 dollars for. That’s just for the medicine in the syringe. Not giving the shot, nothing else. I still owe $40,000 on that shot.. I complied immediately, inhalingseveral times on the open fumes.The belt lashed against me again, causing me to cry out in sweet burningagony. Jim's foot pushed assertively all the way to his heel, making me cryout yet again."Oh, SIR!" I cried. "PLEASE FUCK ME!"He pulled out and then pushed forward again, fucking me with the intensitythat I craved. I took more hits of the poppers and gave myself completelyto the overwhelming intensity of being foot fucked and whip lashed at thesame time. The.