It wasn't Merle Haggard, but it wasn't bad. At least until I began to pay attention to the words. Just like back home, the words told a story. Here, t...e words were mostly history, however. Some were about heroes of the past, and I even heard two about my folks. There was more recent history, as well. I didn't know how to act about the one with my mates and I in it."The savior of Surtain" about turned my stomach. I didn't save shit, in Surtain. I had, in fact, been too fucking late to save much. Some women leave you with no self-respect. Some women have such a hold on you that you can never let go of them for fear of abandoning any hope that they still love you, if they ever did. She had a dangerous hold on me. Normally, I am not the jealous type but she brought that emotion out in me. Back then, if she told me to kill someone, I may have. She made me blind with desire for her. She made me forget that I was married with children. She was my devil and I had a devil of a time with her. I. Her eyes rested especially on her slender hips, which were only covered by a short black skirt, not hiding much, while the rest of her body, including her small, firm breasts, were in full view.Lara felt very exposed, naked as she was, getting sized up. Slowly, she lowered her eyes, the long pony tail falling down the side of her cheek, hopefully hiding some of the blush that reddened it. “How ... how can I serve you?” she asked meekily and looked down, where her shackled ankles moved. He was like a trained dog. Just throw on a silky night gown and he would do exactly as he was doing right now. Unfortunately for Kimberly, in the last year or so, Dave had developed a bit of a premature ejaculation problem, but he had been such a dear purchasing that thick 8" lifelike vibrating dildo to help him with pleasuring his wife. He was pretty good with it, and he was really fantastic with his mouth. She had come on his face many time as he expertly manipulated her clit, sucked her.