“Ready to head back, girl?” I asked her, and she stopped, turning to mind me, her ears twitching slightly. She gave a coughing bark and bounded ba...k to my side for the trip home. She was secure that her domain was free from cats, squirrels and unfriendly dogs, but I was sure that we’d have to check it all again tomorrow.When we got back to the house, I let her go and she took off to her water dish, slurping madly while I returned to the basement to make sure the girls were awake. The light was. I even helped her out as I pushed her head onto my husband’s cock as she felt it in the back of her throat. My husband began to moan out, “Oh’ god I want to fuck the both of you!” Nick had gotten up as I bent my beautiful body over the side of the bar. I pushed my gorgeous ass back towards his hard cock. I wanted it so badly now that I turned back toward him and moaned out, “I want you to fuck me good and hard!” Nick grabbed tightly onto my hips as I felt him push his big cock into me. He. And that would be her. Not eight lashes, but 12. Maybe more. * Hudson stared as the redcoats brought Miss Berkeley back in to the courtroom. She walked unsteadily but unresisting, her face pale, clearly aware she would be convicted. They positioned her in front of the two desks behind which the tribunal had sat and retreated. She had her hands clasped before her, her head bowed as though in prayer. From his position in the gallery he could see her only in profile, but her terror was obvious. . That's just the way she was. She put love into everything. There was nothing she couldn't cook. We hardly ever worried about leftovers at our house. Everyone always ate everything up. Even if she just made a sandwich, it was always better then the one I made and used exactly the same stuff.I remember asking her one time, "Why do your sandwiches taste better? It doesn't make sense. We use the same stuff."She looked me, smiled and said, "I always put love in my sandwiches." It was true,.