I thought that was a little odd. It seemed obvious to me that if I was going to cut poles and wondering how many someone else needed, I was probably g...ing to cut some for them too.She didn't say anything else though and I didn't either. Shaeta told me that she thought our new hut, a gift from her family because of our mating, would need twenty poles and that they should be eighteen feet long.I left a few minutes later with my cart, my axe, hatchet and my big Wyoming saw. I already knew that. Jessica and I met Kelly in one of the larger classrooms. All the chairsand tables had been moved to one side, leaving a large area we could movearound in."Today is about deportment," said Kelly. "That is your posture and theway you walk. I have a selection of shoes that I am going to get you towalk in. First question, have either of you walked in heels before?" No," I replied."A little," confessed Jessica, turning slightly red."There's nothing to be embarrassed about," reassured Kelly. . He aimedlower, directly into her open mouth. She sputtered and choked as heemptied his bladder in the slave girl's black face. As the streamsubsided it went lower on her body, her breasts, then her belly.Rather than shake it off, Roy stepped forward his crotch in her face."Clean it off, nigger," he demanded. She licked the tip of his nowflaccid cock with her pink tongue and then took it between her lips,sucking gently. He stepped back and his dick popped out of the slavegirl's mouth. He. My legs part naturally, letting him find his mom’s big hairy fanny under her open girdle and all I can do is moan softly. He stands up and starts to pull my girdle down“Nick No”“Mom I want to see you”“Nick you don’t”“I do mom, I want to see you in your full splendour, all naked”“Nick I am fat”“No your not” he says and he bends down and kisses my tummyI stand still as my girdle gets pulled slowly down inch by inch while he still lavishes kisses on my girdled covered tummy. More and more of my.