Most of these women are being cautious sometimes too cautious. Not really ready to open up to anyone. Maybe if they listen to my posted greeting they ...ight just open up a little bit. Two days ago a lady named Marisol sent me a message along with her phone number. I called the number. "may I speak to Marisol?" I asked. "I'm sorry but you have the wrong number." she replied. "may I asked whose number I dialed so that I may give a proper apology." "my name is Dana." "please forgive me Dana for. Slave Sue does not seem to be as keen as Slave Mary, but she will learn. Don’t lose our place in the queue if anyone comes in, Bob.” With that, Wendy pushed the two girls out into the street. Sue clung on to Mary, but Wendy pulled at their leads, and Sue let go, trying to stand straight so that her dress did not ride up. She took them first to next door, to see Linda. Wendy shouted, “Can we come in?” “Of course, come on through”. They all walked behind the curtain, where Linda was massaging a. They had a lot of wood for the fire, but it needed to be chopped into small pieces. My arm got tired from chopping the wood down to size with the hand axe.It seemed like we'd done a couple of hundred calves by the time Cookie called lunch. He had arrived in his chuck wagon about an hour ago. Murphy had built him a cook fire. A loose cow stampeded through the area and destroyed most of the setup just as Cookie was ready to start cooking. The cook fire was scattered and the kettles were strewn. She finally backed away, and by the time I got my next look, the chick was bent over the length of the diving board, grabbing the edges, her feet on either side on the concrete. The guy was fucking her gently from behind, his feet also on either side of the diving board. Because of our angle, I couldn’t tell whether it was vaginal or anal, but he was taking it slowly and enjoying it. I got so much into watching this scene, I didn’t notice but Monica had taken off the towel and started playing.