She stood up and said, “I told you, no words!”She took one of the rapidly melting ice cubes from her hand, and pushed it into my mouth, then force... my mouth closed around it.I could taste myself on the ice cube. It was bizarre to taste my own cunny juices, diluted on something cold, hard, and wet.She stepped away, dropped the rest of the ice cubes back in the bowl, then moved out of sight, and returned wearing a thick, strap-on, black dildo. She picked up the tube of lubricant, slicked herself. Silently I moved away, c following, out of the bedroom and into the suite's sitting room, leaving lucy bound and helpless, her anticipation building, her agile mind no doubt dreaming up endless possibilities.Whilst c filled and boiled the kettle, her expression betraying her confusion, I raided the mini bar, selecting a bar of chocolate conveniently sealed in a plastic wrapper, smiling to herself c carried a mug and the kettle into the bathroom and poured the near boiling water into the basin,. "Andy got into the shower and I used toilet paper to wipe myself off. I used another big handful to wipe up the wet spots all around the toilet on the floor. Boys are such pigs!I was tempted to flush the toilet. He would suffer a minor moment of discomfort if I did. But in the end I would probably suffer the most. So I got into the shower and washed his back. He rinsed off and got out and I was finally able to take my shower.I went downstairs in my robe again. I imagine that the day will come. Another is because we have labor who shares in the fruits of the garden." What I was trying to say, Mom, is that most all of the things that I think I'm responsible for can run on their own. Even the farm can darn near run on its own. Sure, I stoke the smokers a couple of times a day, but the ladies can also check them to make sure the fires are going. And I think I'm close to completing an automatic stoker for all of the rooms. This is a working farm. A real, live, genuine we can live off of.