I gave Mr. Mendoza a quick glance and then shrugged. “I mined it up north, Mrs. Amador. I ran into Mr. Mendoza twice out on the Camino Real a few mo...ths back and decided to come into town and ask him if he could help me. I really like this valley, and I’ve decided to buy some land here; but I need to look around some more to see exactly where. In the meantime, I want to buy mules, a wagon, and some supplies.”Mrs. Amador asked, “What kind of supplies are you thinking about?”I thought for a. Someone has to steer the ship. You are all too busy scrubbingpots and flouncing around the kitchen to lead. You're want to kneel, tocheck your makeup and accept your fate. You are the submissives in life.That forces the true pressures onto those of us who remain.So, yes, I make the decisions that guide this household. I set down therules. I inflict the punishments. I am Mistress Amanda. I am in charge.Oh, I know what goes on behind your mascara. You question me. You dareto analyze me. Not out. “Use that washcloth and soap Mister,” Rose said as if she had eyes in the back of her head. I did as she asked and tried to forget my hard little dick, but my hand went to it and the slippery water made my hand glide across the tip and I felt that jerk again. It was like a cramp, yet it felt good in a way I had never felt before. I slid my hand up and down and the warm scented water filled my head with a strange feeling. I moved my free hand up my tummy and I could feel my puffy little boy. She then opened the jar and moved it quickly away from her face.Smearing the cream onto the whip cuts on Trenka, Jennifer noticed that the girl was vomiting again. Judging from the smell of the cream Jennifer was sure that it would hurt any cut or delicate areas. Added to that pain the clamps were still dangling and the enema was still stretching Trenka's belly. The cream, at least, stopped the flow of blood."Good, smear it on good. It contains a blood clot forming compound," Bragk said.After.