I can't wait to write about her in another posting, because she may not be Playboy Playmate MILF material, she is so sexy to me! Her name is Hilda, an... she just gets my nuts boiling!!! Oh, she loves my cock!!! Saturday night, I was back out with some of my friends...Nothing crazy, pretty buzzed to kinda drunk, but able to remember the night. I got home around 2:00 AM, undressed to my t-shirt and underwear, and crawled into bed. Once again, everyone was asleep, and I was soon, too. My dreams. ..Neal was laid back on our bed, wiping his cum and my wifes pussy juice onto our sheets.Karen was staggered, mentally. "I'm not fucking them all for..."Neal interrupted as he put his pants back on. "Each. For about 700 bucks in back pay for each one."So the contracts themseleves, sure they made tens of thousands, even though he was only really giving us the contracts, no money exchanging hands, now Karen would be literally fucking to pay our debts for hundreds in lieu of cash each time.Neal. You’ve been maimed, tortured, chewed, digested, electrocuted, murdered, immolated, dissected, possessed, turned insane, turned to stone, turned into a forest, stomped on- You get the point.Yet each time you die, it never sticks around for long because you always find yourself alive and well just a few seconds later, in an entirely new body. No worse for wear.Apparently, the boys in lab coats refer to it as Regenerative Immortality. You personally just called it the respawn power since it. This was a surprising place to find an Indian, but he was so pissed off at his owner that he was easy to recruit: Jackson Beauregard was the owner of the saloon.Anyway, the swamper was in as good a position as the bartender to hear all kinds of local gossip, and he already had something useful for us. Four militia men were due into Albany to pick up a slave (an Indian) who had run away from the Butler plantation. He was being held in chains in a small room across the hall from the police.