"Bob?" the voice said and I knew it was the Sarge, "Yeah, Sarge. What's wrong?" There was a small silence and then he said that Mr. Barnett had called...the sheriff and requested to see me first thing this morning at his home, and I said ok and hung up. I got dressed and told Karen that old man Barnett wanted to see me and was she alright. "Yes Bob, just go on and I'll see you later." and I blew her a kiss and left.I pulled up at Barnett's place and Alfred was waiting for me at the door and. "Lets go girls, show it to your men." Then back to "these boots will walk all over you." When she stomped, the other ladies did the same. They were in a staccato rhythm where her boots echoed off the walls while the girls were doing the same only a fraction of a second later. She moved across the stage like a Spanish dancer, going forward, going backward then forward again. She got enough girls in the crowd to do the same. This was anything but country and western. She signaled for Ernie to. As the adoptive mother, your rights are now equal to Jill’s, as his birth mother. What is his name going to be now? Is it still Jackson Thomas Cardigan? Sounds like a law firm to me,” I teased as I signed the adoption papers, trusting Karen more than Jill with the upbringing of my only son.“We’ll just call him Jack for short, at least for now. And we’ll love him to pieces, I swear it. Thank you for this. Only ... our business isn’t quite finished. I want you to witness this. Megan and Karen. The standing male then stepped between the pain slut's legs and rammed himself into her ass. There is no other way to describe it. If the sluts had not been thoroughly stretched out by the dildos, the pain and tearing would have been overwhelming. Even with that, however, the sudden impalement by the well endowed men caused gasps and screams."Slowly, slowly," instructed Goddess Deanna, and the men began to pump into the sluts."Whips," barked Dianna and the hairless slaves again began to whip.