She had no trouble just running my life. And for some reason, I was agreeing to everything, even when I hated it. Like my hair. Sure, I had said okay ...hen Raoul wanted me to be a redhead, but that didn't count as far as I was concerned. Not Jeannie, she said I had promised and if I didn't, Raoul would figure I was a lying little bitch and dump me like some loser. I called to make an appointment but Jeannie said I already had one.I knew I was in trouble when we pulled up in front of this sort of. Christine Jones hung on the whipping tripod sweating and bleeding and pleading for mercy. Farah slowly walked up to the tortured woman and grabbing her by the hair slapped her face and said « You blonde slut . You think you are so beautiful and can entice the Sheik. Do you see these spiked dildos ? I am going to show you what your cunt and ass can expect as you turn the waterwheel ». With theese words Farah roughly shoved one dildo in the cunt and the other in the ass of Christine Jones. The. She felt him relax and returned to unfastening his belt. As she undid the buttons, his trousers slipped down. Following his lead, she slipped her fingers into his underpants and let them fall. His engorged cock stood proud from his body. As George had done for her, she knelt before him. Grasping him in her hands, she allowed her mouth to enfold the end of his firm manhood. Occasionally, Charles had forced her to do this but now she was doing it because she wanted to and it felt so good. Using. I wandered down to the river and quickly caught another fat Salmon. I would have caught some more but I knew I had better put up a shelter and gather some firewood. I had some stout fishing line, the braided stuff, 60 pound test. It didn’t take me long with my axe and machete to make a framework. There was a perfect spot between 3 solid Fir trees, nice and elevated and above where the river ever reached. Once the framework was done and securely tied together with the braided line, I covered it.