Sheactually had nice breasts! After a quick hug, she said, "Let me help youget these bags." She bent over right in front of me and picked up two of my...ags. I seized the moment to check out her butt; it, too, was wonderful. Icouldn't believe this was the same cousin I used to despise. I picked upthe rest of the luggage and followed her into my room.I was shocked when I walked in; her bags were stacked neatly in one corner,and the bed was unmade. She had been sleeping in my room! Missy must. The year that followed was filled with snide comments, passive-aggressive semi-insults, and deliberate yet subtle flaunting.Nico Robin, Nami hated to admit, was beautiful. Perhaps more beautiful than her. She was certainly better endowed. At six-feet-two-inches, the older woman had the legs of a model and the body of a pornstar. A consequence of sharing rooms was that Nami could very easily check her three sizes, which she had done in a moment of particular weakness.It confirmed what she had. He fell like a sack of grain, and I quickly undid my ankles and checked his weapon's load. I found my belt and knife where they had tossed them, put a handful of buckshot down atop his ball, reprimed, and asked the girl to call another of the men out to the barn.She looked down at the dead man, sniffed, wiped her nose, and yelled, "Rufe, you best get out here. This big man's choking."Rufe arrived at a trot and as soon as he came through he door, I smashed him down with the stock of my new. Move out of the area quickly afterwards,” she told me as if it were a very normal thing.I came to understand that I was to take photographs of these punishments and the girl’s red bottoms afterwards. There was sort of an unspoken rule that while on restriction their rules were a little more lax and they were actually expected to cause a little mischief.“I thought the idea though was that we were training them to be good girls?” I said.“My daughters are being trained to be good sluts. They.