" True," sighed Patty as I gently kissed her neck, making her tense slightly from the feelings invoked."No strings Patty," I said. "What happens here,...stays here, and what you do at Uni is your business, not mine." As with you and your 'private' life, John, I won't ask as curious as I am." Probably best, a 'mind your own business' might not go down so well in a moment of intimacy," I replied, making her giggle.Our lips locked together in a tender passionate kiss as I drew her into my arms.. Still, the nature of the game about to be proposed would go beyond anything even Kimberly had a history of doing. Over her earpiece, she could hear a conversation playing out between Erica, Kimberly, and Mitchelson, the latter safely ensconced back at base and amiably chatting with the ladies over a video link to the laptop Stacey had left in the room. Mitchelson was a charmer, and if she hadn’t known him like she did, Stacey could have almost believed he was genuinely interested in helping. ... From afar off the voice track on the video says: “You're just a cunt. There to be used by real me. You live for cock and...” And a lot easier that it went in, the cock inside her plops out and she barely has time to draw a quick breath before a new cock, this one thin and cut, stabs back into her throat and hands haul her onto it and start to pull her back and forth on it. At the same time, with a sound like gunshot, something hits and immediately stings her bare arse cheek. Then another,. Fortunately, I had taken a clue from our friends at the Bar T ranch. I had spent the last two years slowly building a wagon trail in from Elk City. I had bought a buckboard wagon and harness for Jughead. I had even been contemplating getting a second mule. But hadn’t yet come to a decision when the animal rights folks threw a wrench into the works. Between that trail and the buckboard, we were able to get stocked up for the winter.I knew that Jughead had a problem with the wagon. He was used to.