Once I'd finished, Darrell said "I hope you like the taste of cum slutbecause once we're at home, I expect you be tasting a lot of it." Master Darrell... I love the taste of cum in my mouth. In fact I hopeyou'll allow me to taste it directly from the source" I said as I smiledat him and looked the large bulge in his pants.Finally I heard Mistress Jenny clear her throat and start an announcement"I believe everyone is here this evening and I'd like to thank you allfor coming. It should be a. The force and shock of the hit snapped the wooden stock across the face of the Indian and drove him over backwards onto his rump.The Indian and Jesse regained their feet simultaneously and faced off. The Indian came on fast, a knife in his good left hand. As the Indian's backhand slash went past Jesse's face, leaving a bloody but shallow slice across his forehead, Jesse lashed out with his left leg and caught the Indian squarely in his breechclout.As the Indian doubled over in pain, he didn't. "You may take those bags upstairs, left down the hallway, firstbedroom. All except these three, they can go in the second bedroom,"she gestured to a few bags on one end of the stack. I turned from thepile to go up the stairs, but Cindy cleared her throat. I turned backand set the bags down before curtseying."Yes, Miss," I replied, still working on my new voice. I carried thebags two at a time up the stairs. The first room wasn't especiallyfeminine in d?cor, but clearly belonged to one of the. “So, is that your parent’s truck?” he asked me.“No, it’s all mine. I got it a while back after my last one was trashed. It was an IH Scout, and I still miss it, even though this is a lot better for the number of people I haul around with me.”He nodded at that. “The Scout is a great truck also. I had one last year, and I was almost tempted to hold onto it.”I told him that if he ever got another one in to give me a call. “I like the Wagoneer, but the gas mileage really sucks. Now that I don’t.