I watched close, but he didn't move, soz I figured it would be safe fer me to see how bad he was hurt.Son of a bitch! One of the balls had caught him ...quare in the right eye and blown out the back of his head. I wasn't gonna git any information from him, at least not directly. Maybe, the people back at the Flyin' W could tell me sumpthin' about him. I found the two horses and loaded the bodies on them. Jack responded to my whistle, so I was ready to ride in only a couple of minutes.I got back. She sat down hard, her lips as tight as the knotted napkin twisted around her hand. She released her grip on the napkin, buried her face in her hands and began to sob."I hate this house!" Tasha screamed from behind the door. "I really hate it." So do I!" She raised her head from the table and screamed back, "So do I!"Slowly, very slowly, the image became soft and fuzzy and then faded.Rosie sat in the chair and watched Tasha who sat on the bunk slightly stunned at what she had just. As Carol fist- fucked her I offered Bernie my cock,and she swallowed it -something she had never done before. Bernie is a petite,blonde woman,with a nice thick thatch of hair on her pussy-shaved to a heart shape one week ,bald and powdered another.This week she was waxed,as was I,in anticipation of our adventure with Carol.Looks strange having a hairless cock and sack,but this was made up for as Carol bent forward and shared Bernies tongue as they licked and sucked my cock. Bernie. And last but not least she puts her as she calls them hooker heels on. The laces go up her around her ankle a bit and she loves the looks of them. What she loves even more is the image of her slave licking the 3 inch heels. She looks in the mirror her hand running through her long dark hair and smiles pleased with her appearance.The slave has just finished cleaning up the kitchen when she hears her Mistress walking back. She can tell by the sound her Mistress is wearing the shoes she loves. She.