The morning after my anal deflowering, I woke up in a kind of daze ... my mind confused. All I wanted to do was stay in bed and savour the memories of...the night before. But I knew I had to get up because I needed to renew my work permit or I would have to leave the country ... and that would mean the end of Renaud and me.So I dragged myself into the shower, quickly dressed and ran to catch the bus to the main village. I was sitting on the bus daydreaming when I suddenly realised that I was. "I wish you wouldn't do that," the sheriff said."I wish my father hadn't bought the place in the first place. If they want to keep it they can just give the money back and we'll leave," I said."I can't make them do that," he said."Did you notice the papers were already recorded with the county?" I asked."Yes, I did." he said.Then you've got to ask yourself. Are you going to uphold the law or are you going to allow people to just come in, kill the lawful owners, and take over a place?" I. They’d seen him brought swiftly to tears and allowed no respite as the three African ladies, Ekua, Abla, and Naja, had made their mark in no uncertain terms, the display of naked flesh from each, adding spice to the vigour of his humiliation as he was soundly thrashed, but this next appointment - the finale to the canings before his week of absolute and enforced chastity began - was to be special indeed. Beryl Frobisher, his nemesis who had seen to his downfall and earned him just fate upon the. Uncle Bill flopped down onto the sofa and he rather rolled me over to where I was half on him and half off him. He kissed me on my fore head telling me just how tasty my pussy was. He also told me that was better than he ever thought it could be. I asked him just what did he mean by that. I have been beating my meat to you for the last two years, Uncle Bill replied with a smile. You have always drove me crazy with desire and believe me I enjoyed this much more than you ever could have, he added.