If properly managed, it could provide someone with a reasonable living. He noticed also how many fields seemed to be abandoned. He asked about it and ...as told it was because of all the trouble. Bands of men would turn up in the night, rape and kill the occupants, then burn the fields. So, many had fled. It was all due to the stupid quarrel between the Lord and the Baron. If only they would stop and leave ordinary folk to live their lives in peace!Donald had to agree. He had seen it too many. Het lichte protest werd gesmoord door de krachtige hand van Caren die een stuk zwarte tape strak over Katriens mond trok. Met beide handen duwde ze de tape zo strak aan, dat Katrien hoofd weer tegen de grond geduwd werd.?Beter, veel beter.?Maar eigenlijk kan ik even jes moel ook niet meer zien , met die vragende en smekende ogen van je, heel de tijd maar aandacht vragend . aandacht voor je kut die in brand staat.Nee, daar heb ik ook even geen zin in nu?Ze stak ??n hand onder Katriens hoofd,. We’re purists, nothing but Afro-American saliva to lubricate our passion.’ ‘Please,’ I say. He’s still holding still, the pain is subsiding slowly. ‘How do you feel,’ he asks after an eternity. ‘Better,’ I say. ‘I’m in by three inches, five more to go.’ I wiggle my butt. He slaps it casually. ‘More spit,’ I plead. ‘OK, he says, but it’ll hurt again.’ He exits, spits some more spit onto his dick. Another thrust, another painful explosion, as predicted. ‘Ooh, no,’ I yell, my eyes filled. I tried to interrupt, but his fingertips were on my lips."Sssssh... I know, Irene. You always stopped my advances. But there are no's and no's, Irene. You know it. You know how you hesitated at times. You were such a tease, girl. But in the end I was right and you know it!"A flash of triumph lit up his cold blue eyes. I had succeeded in pulling away my hand. I rose, grabbed my purse and left the place in a hurry.My heart surely must have been heard throughout the restaurant.Work was a blessing..