I took another look at themirror. Emma was right. The hair was ridiculous.Chapter 5: Making the CutI fell into a rhythm. If I planned it right, betwe...n driving homeslowly, working out, showering, checking in with Parole, doing choresand eating dinner it was after 8:00 before I ran out of things to do.I then put on the radio and vegged.The problem is that sooner or later the weekend comes and with it comesa lot of dead time. I did my best. That first Saturday I read thepaper (Rickett must have. The actual safe word is something I'm not going to share with you guys here. If you are a member you can email me and I'll tell you what it was but it isn't really important. Keeping this to myself also allows me to filter out some of the fans who might (probably will) email me saying they were there that night.Standing there looking at what the guys had setup got me stirring in the front of my speedos. But, Alex said that time was ticking and that I should get ready. I was told to strip. She had one hand down playing with her clit and grabbing my balls as they came in reach of her hand, her other hand was in her bra pinching and pulling on her nipples. She continued to swear and curse at me as my cock pummeled her pussy. It was the warmest and softest pussy that I had felt in a while, but there was one thing that was a little odd. It wasn't the tightest pussy that I have ever been in and I know that she has never had any kids. But I would ask about that another time.We. Late one evening, trudging wearily along a winding back road, they had heard the sound of strident voices from out of the rain ahead of them."By Grommach! I say, you'll stay and work to earn your keep. Else, I'll turn you over to the peace keepers!" You can take your job and feed it to your animals, along with the slop you expect me to eat!" The second voice was higher pitched than the first, younger sounding.They had crept forward to where a couple of highwheeled wagons and a gaudily painted.