You have a cunt. Say, 'When I play with my cunt, I think of men doing dirty things to me.' Say it!”It was barely a whisper. “When I play with my c...nt, I think of men doing dirty things to me.”I pushed my toe further into her, causing her to moan in humiliation and arousal. God, she was wet. “Why do you do such things, Mrs. Blaylock? Tell me why!”“I’m a dirty girl,” she mumbled“What? Say it louder so I can hear!” I nudged her again.“I’m a dirty girl.”“Spread your legs, dirty girl, and let me. Had to, to survive out there as long as he has." You heard anything about him driving a herd to Abilene?" Naw." Brady shook his head. "He's only got three hands. They all come to town with a small herd twice a year and kick up their heels, but they're little drives. I don't think he's ever brought more than two hundred head in at a time."Bennet nodded. "Know anything about another feller? He's a newcomer, according to Davidson. He seems to think this man might be a squatter, north of here who's. Barely able to reach the button, he felt the restraints release.Then he made his second mistake trying to lift both arms. This time the pain rippled through him in huge waves, then he was falling toward the deck. Even more pain washed over him this time he did pass out.When he next opened his eyes he was staring at the deck. Almost afraid to move, he tentatively moved his arms. Surprised he pushed himself up, then fell again, his legs didn’t seem to want to work.Triot cursed when he finally. Rachel had caught me in full stroke and there was no way I could hide or deny the obvious.“Oh! my Gawd!” Rachel declared, her hand covering her mouth in shock. I quickly apologized as I stuffed my massive tool back into my pants, my back to the door.Rachel backed out of the doorway and closed the door behind her. She quickly retreated to the chaise lounge and I could hear her telling Sandi that she had caught me jerking off.“No way,” Sandi replied. “Are you serious?”“Yes,” Rachel replied. “I.