Like me, he wears sunglasses.A piece of eighties rock pops into my head, "I wear mysunglasses at night, so I can..." I truncate it forcibly."Woden..."...I hiss."Tiresias," he returns.My look of incomprehension must show."Sorry. You're going by Siren now, aren't you?" he sayslightly."I'm here to bring you to justice, Woden. I will give youthe option of surrendering. If you do, I'll bring you inalive," I tell him with authority."What? You mean you don't plan to shoot me in the back,like last time?". "Shall we play a game, my sweet?" Darris McGregor McNultey asked with a crude smile."You know how I love games, she said, "Of course, let's do." Good girl," he said, "Now, you just keep doing whatever feels best. Get yourself all worked up and when I say 'cum', I want you to cum. And be vocal about it or this will be a waste of time. Got it?" Yes, Daddykins."With that, she started pumping herself in earnest with one hand and steering the car with the other."Ummm," she moaned and her breathing. When I got to her room at the La Quinta Inn in Dublin, I knocked on the door and waited for her to open it...my cock was already hard in anticipation of seeing Wanda. The door was opening slowly, I could see wet footprints on the floor, Wanda leaned out and let me in. She was naked and dripping with water, her dark brown nipples were extremely erect, swollen and glistening. Wanda smiled at me, batted her eyes and proceeded to step closer to me...pushing her wet body against mine as she kissed. You can’t run a mule to death because they will never put out sustained maximum effort unless they are being chased by a cougar, or a bear, or a wolf pack. Just like the black humor jokes about how fast you need to run to escape the bear or the wolf, where the punch-line is “just faster than the slowest guy,” the mule is likely to try to unload you, or any burden, to make sure they can run faster than the slowest guy.Mules have a different shape than a horse. They have a straight back and a.