I just hope Fort Bridger looks as good.July 14, 1847What a disappointment Fort Bridger is! I thought it would be a real fort but instead it's a cobble... together collection of mud daubed wood poles with about twenty-five lodges for the fur traders and their Indian wives. At least there are fresh oxen here and the black smithy is available to re-shoe the oxen and do general ironwork. There is a trading post here with whiskey they are selling to the Indians. I look at them and I am ashamed of what. But don't worry, I have a few plans for you before you go." She puts her hand on my chest and tells me to stay put as she heads over to the bed and releases the woman from her restraints. The woman gets up and saunters past me, her trim naked body glistening from the intensity of her experience. She looks at me coyly and exits the room. "Come here, love," Tuesdae purrs patting the bed. I go to her. She undresses me and positions me on the bed. I'm bound to the headboard now as she blindfolds me. I pretended to be glad and told her, "Good news my love, didn't have to stay overnight, are you going out my love?"Then Helen's cell phone, which lay on a cupboard in the kitchen, rang and as I stood closer I took the call before she could take it and replied with a pretended feminine voice, "Hi."A male voice at the other end said, "Hello darling, are you ready to go?"I got too angry to pretend to be Helen any longer and shouted, "Piss off asshole, I'll castrate you." The line got dead.Then I. Her butt was hardly on the surface and he roughly flipped the bottom of her dress onto her stomach. He smiled.“I’m glad you shaved,” he said staring at the smooth area surrounding her pussy. “It looks a lot better,” he added as he leaned in for a closer look. “Your pussy looks weird,” he added using his fingers to probe the opening.“What do you mean?” she hissed quickly sitting up to see what was wrong. Had Daniel done something last night? She didn’t see anything different except the lack of.