“Get up Rita or you’ll be sorry.”“Didn’t you hear what I said before, I always w...”She stopped talking when I grabbed hold of both her ha...dened nipples, at least the cold was good for something. “You better get up or I’m gonna twist the shit out of your nipples!”“Do it, I dare you!”“Don’t think I won’t, they’ll be sore all day if you don’t get up!”“I don’t think you’ll do it, I think yeeeeeeeeooooooooowwwwwwwww!”I twisted each nipple in the opposite direction until she gave in and rolled off. Both girls dressed similarly for dinner, in long wrap skirts and blouses. Both were braless and wearing high-heeled sandals and hose, or at least in my wife’s case, stockings. They looked good, and I was stiff with anticipation. After dinner, we all went into the nightclub and danced and had a few drinks. When I was dancing slowly with Jackie, she pressed her groin against mine and rubbed her bare tits through her shirt into me. She whispered, “Christ but I’m so fucking horny!” I rubbed her ass. . they’re pets. Membersss of your family.”“If you owned a horse, Your Majesty,” I said, “wouldn’t you care for it? Treat your horse well. Make sure that it served you when you commanded.”“I would ussse my horse for itssss purpose.”“And what is a slave’s purpose?” I pressed.“To be owned. To be a symbol of my power. My wealth. They are a luxury, slaves. Proof that you are too important for the menial. Too grand for the mundane. They are proof of status, nothing more. And like all things, they are. " Well, I hope we kin he'p y'all, Miz. Jenkins." Thank ya, sheriff. Won't y'all come in fer some coffee." We'll be back later to take ya up on that there coffee offer, but we better look at those tracks afore sumpthin' happens to mess 'em up." The sheriff tipped his hat again and they walked back to their horses.He commented, "The Jenkins are nice people. I hope that we kin cotch them rustlers."They reached the site of the rustling and Ezra started casting around for sign. He rode back and.