With one hard thrust up her asshole, the prostitute's mind was sent into extreme agony, as her body was enduring the beginning of an hour's worth of p...in.AN HOUR LATERThe prostitute was still tied up, sobering as she faced the bed.Reinhardt's sperm was oozing out of her bruised reddened up ass.The room door was open and Reinhardt paid the pimp, just outside the doorway."I really did a job at her," Reinhardt looking at what he had done to the prostitute. Her ass cheeks looked really roughed. First the house, followed by the barn, since I was going to have to be able to put three cows at a time in the stanchions to feed and milk. That's a lot of milking.Wow, I'm really getting married today. I felt Mildred's head on my right shoulder, and gave her a gentle squeeze as I kissed the top of her head.I felt a wet tear drip on my shoulder and kissed her again. "Are you okay, Millie?"Mildred turned and pushed herself up so she could kiss me. "I'm so happy, Mike. This is really the happiest. My family, including Daddy, along with Clint.The senator himself sat in; the yields from the Folsom raids had been that significant.But among all the major news, one little thing somehow made me feel much better. Folsom had snatched me early on a Monday morning. I had escaped on late Thursday afternoon. I thought that I’d been a prisoner for a much longer time. Apparently Folsom wasn’t gone for a full workday each time he left the basement. He came back two and three times a day to check on me.. ” “What do you want to do now?” She laughed nervously and asked, “May I adjust your shirt?” “You may. I will tell you to stop, if you do something I am not comfortable with,” I reassured her. “Hmmmm, I get the feeling there isn’t much you’re uncomfortable with, Gil. I will stop if you tell me to, I promise.” Mandy reached for my shirt buttons and undid them all. She hesitated for a few seconds, built up enough courage, opened my shirt and stared at my torso. “Very nice,” she looked me in.