’ ‘So, you’ve had some success? You’ve sold some of your work?’ ‘Oh, I guess you could say I’ve received a few royalty checks. I love wr...ting but I also enjoy playing and performing. I’m not sure you’ll even know what I’m talking about but I absolutely love honky-tonk. It’s music with a solid base line, a rock beat that gets people up and dancing, a fiddle and a steel guitar and a story that only ‘hick’ music can provide. It’s bar or road house music, played load and hard.’ ‘Oooooh, will you. ‘Good girls never say no.’ A hard smack, and her jaw dropped, a wince on her face before she looked up to me again. ‘Oh, sir, please, I’ll be good…’ Another loud slap, and I felt her jump a little, those heels clicking a little together. ‘Oww, master, not so hard!’ Twice as hard, and she groaned aloud, her eyes tearing up. ‘I told you, sir-‘ Another loud slap. ‘Owwweee! Sir, plea-‘ Two more loud smacks, as I established a rhythm. ‘No, no, sir – ah! – don’t do it so – ow!! – so hard, ow, sir…’. As one can guess, in a world like this winning a war is not easy and so both factions searched for a way to finally gain control for good.Stats info;0- Worthless or none1- Bad2- Average3- Good4- High5- Mastered-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"The shattered pearl, an old artifact that has been lost for ages. Nobody knows which stories are real and which aren't, but they can all agree that even the. He was obviously pissed off and kept apologizing to me for barging in on me and my wife. Suddenly my wife appeared in the doorway of the living room. She was still wearing the same thing she wore to bed, which was a black, see-through lacy nighty with black, lacy panties underneath. She came out and sat on the couch with us and asked if everything was alright. I was surprised that she didnt change because I knew she had heard us talking and she knew that JP was there. At first I was a little.