Jason had another reason to move Joan to the bench; the light was better there so he could see her body more easily. Still..."I need some inspiration,...Joan...can you maybe lift your shirt?" Hell no!"Jason stopped stroking. "Well, I don't think I'll be able to do this, then," he lied. "Normally I'm actually inside the girl so it's easy."Joan looked torn. "Ohhh...okay, fine..." She pulled her shirt up a bit but kept her legs together.Jason could make out her dark pubic hair and the slight pooch. When she wanted to say something, she just came out and said it.“What else did she say?” Jake asked. “What other ‘conditions’ are there?”“Well, she’s the number one wife,” Annalisa told him, “and she, of course, takes precedence when all of us are together. Basically, I get to take care of you when she isn’t around.”“Which is most of the time,” Jake mentioned, a sour edge to his voice.“That’s not really fair, you know,” Annalisa said, defending her sister. “She had a lot to do. There’s Father,. “Where is your husband then, girl?” the short man pressed on.Knife? Gun?“Boot and bag. You drive.” I took control of Miranda’s body and stepped between shorty and Theresa. My hand slipped into the bag and found the comforting grip of the Colt.“If you wish to earn a nickel, I will pay you to carry our baggage into the station,” I said in a growl. Miranda is a lot shorter than me, but she was still tall enough to look him in the eye.“A nickel to carry the little satchels of the fine ladies?” he. To Amelia’s delight and Gina’s dismay, Amelia had once again caught her with her fingers on her chastity device; two months were summarily added to Gina’s sentence, of course, and Amelia refused to pay any attention to Gina’s suffocating sex drive for an additional week, instead forcing her to wear a butt plug and do house work for at least four hours each afternoon. Gina began to wonder how she would ever be freed if she couldn’t keep her desperate fingers off her little cage, and as the days.