”“Rita, they probably aren’t planning on getting there today. Time doesn’t mean much to Indians. Their bellies are full, Give it no thought.�... The next morning John and Naomi planned to saddle up and head for Cheyenne. Ma left soon for the Barkley ranch, taking the crew with her. She decided to leave shortly, but it would be best if John and Naomi traveled alone.Rita asked me if it was okay if we spent our first night as husband and wife at the Barkley ranch. I was a little puzzled over this. ” I couldn't catch my breath. “And tell me I'm the filthiest slut you ever fucked,” I panted.“Ah,” he purred, “Let's see.” Then he was sucking his slippery fingers again. Fingers all dripping wet and glistening with my juices and excitement.“Oh my,” he said, “The honey sweet stuff from a cosseted cunt.”Then he said, “In a while I'm going to eat that cunt of yours. Then I'll tongue your delightful arsehole.” He chuckled, “You'll think you're in Heaven.”I panted and squirmed like a submissive. The bride has many conditions placed up on howshe would behave and how she would keep herself young and fit. There wereeven detailed stipulations about mandatory quarterly weigh-ins and bodydimension measurements. The strictest of all was the one he devised forthe former casino president to impose on his third wife. She had detailedclauses in her agreement that dictated frequency and quality of sex andexactly how she was to keep her body irresistibly young and attractive.That president's wife. The lights were dim and the currents closed. A selection of lingerie and stiletto heels were displayed on the oversized dark wood desk in the middle of the room. Alicia wiped her sweaty palms down the sides of her black skirt and waited for Martin. He walked from the hidden door to the left of his desk. He walked with such authority and presence that Alicia sat up straighter in her chair. “Alicia,” he began taking a seat behind his desk. “Today’s meeting is very important. We are looking to.