I don’t think he expected me to laugh and he looked at me almost angrily. By way of explanation, I pulled out the case with my badge and ID and took...out one of my business cards. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw my badge. “Tell the Chief I said hi, and ask him to email me his ammo order for this year,” I said as I handed David my business card.“You’re a Deputy Marshal? I thought you were a farmer,” he said.“I am a farmer. I only work part time for the Marshals when they call me to help. George looked down his daughter’s back, seeing her spine a ridged arch, her body a hard curvature of young muscle doubled-over & stone-solid, though her flourishing hips swelling round from her waist betrayed a burgeoning maturity – his girls not-so ahead of themselves, their bodies not yet all-woman but their greed not at all a child’s; he pitched hard into her – a wet creak and a brunt pat at her seat, like fucking a rock of flesh – her rectum swallowing whole his complete meat in one vast. She felt her body being explored; her back and ass, then her breasts and nipples. She could not see her Dom and she knew better than to look. The hand went back to her hair and softly pulled her to her feet. Wordlessly, she was bent forward from behind and her legs spread. She waited like this, knowing that her ass and cunt were being examined, inspected. Jen wondered what her Dom would think. When she finally felt the touch on her labia, she knew he was pleased.She had always been. The doctor mumbled and tugged on his pocket watch's chain, drawing out the brass casing. He flicked the watch open with practiced ease, examining the time for only a brief moment. I wasn't impressed by the looks of the white haired doctor. His body language was unfriendly, and the skin of his face was stretched tight in irritation. His elongated jaw jutted out, which looked both striking and odd."Go ahead Ethel, it's time," the doctor instructed someone. He put his watch away in his pocket, and.