I am really sorry for not treating you properly. Please forgive me.’ ‘I will forgive you if you will do that every time I have to put on my shoes ...r sandals or flip flops or anything. I like it when you do it’ She said stomping her sandals at the back of my head as it trying to shake of dirt from them. ‘Ma’am I will do that every single time.’ As she walked away to the bathroom, Oh God I am so lucky. Every time this divine creature has to put on any footwear – be it shoes, sandals, mules, flip. I think I saw the speed square when he was digging through the case. If he ever gets around to building a cabin, or crude furniture, the square will come in handy, but it's only ten inches across the top. Not much good for quickly measuring a pole to go across his entrance. Of course, there might be one in Robertson's case, if so, and if Morales ever manages to get the case, he'll have a rule, and probably more importantly, have a double supply of energy bars should his meat run short during. In the next room, the servers ran quietly, selected a file, and began to display it. At his desk, Charles Keatering watched as the forty inch monitor lit up. The system worked perfectly. It should have. He had paid enough to install it. There she was, on the screen. She was being escorted by two male jailers. They were big men, big and black. She was such a slut. She was wearing one of those white prison suits with black stripes, and you could see her tits spilling out over the tight top.. He was clearly off balance.“Isn’t he gonna be mad that you stole his penis and stuck it on you right there?”She timidly pointed at the phallus on display before her.It was Bob who finally broke, unable to contain his laughter. After a short bout, he threw up his hands.“Okay. I give up. I am clearly outclassed, here, out of my league. I surrender, bowing to the victor and throw myself on your mercy.”He executed a formal bow, with one hand in the small of his back and the other just above his.