She smiled at me and added, "I want to add my thanks"."Thanks maam". That sounded so lame the only thing missing was 'Ah shucks'.She shook her head, "...on't maam me. Call me Rachel. The others are around back. The men have quite a head start on you". She had stopped smiling at the last part. "Why don't you go around and get some food". She motioned for me to give her my rifle and bag. "I'll put them in your room for you. Now go".She walked back into the house and I started around towards the. She was smiling this time.“There are two additional rooms on the bay-door side of the third floor. The two Navy Corpsmen have agreed to move up there and set up a dispensary and a sick-call room in one. I’m putting the two Army women in their old room,” she told me.“That sounds like a good solution,” I told her with a smile.Sergeant Cornplanter returned a couple of hours later. She was driving the truck, and the infantryman was riding guard. She had another shipment of meat and other food with. Once fully impaled, the slave had 10 inches of thick rubber buried in his ass. ?Now for the fun part? Clint cooed in Darren’s ear as he slowly began to turn the release valve on the tap. ?I think we’ll start with a long slow cleanse, and move on to some high pressure washing in due time? the sadist stated as Darren began to feel a warmth spreading through his bowels. Slowly the volume of water being driven into the bound and helpless slave increased, until the telltale cramps began and. He was going to restore the honor of his family within the hour that it would take him to get home and load his rifle. ‘Die you damn bastards.’ When he arrived in front of his home, he ran into the door without waiting for the door handle to depress. His home was a large barn that had held the farm equipment of his family. Now, half the rooms had been condemned, because the roof or the floor was at imminent risk of cratering. ‘Talti, are you mad again?’ His mother yelled in a shrill voice at.