I bit down gently on one andshe moaned. As I finally slid my fingers down overher very wet slit and into her honey box, she moanedlouder. I pushed my ...and up inside her fairly firmly,and she moaned louder again. “Debbie, I’ve been dreaming of this for so long. Ican hardly believe it’s happening.” As my fingersrotated on her g-spot she started squirming and whenI stuck my tongue back in her ear I thought she wouldfall off the bed, she was thrashing around so much.. This day would haunt me for a long time. It was 1800 when we finally walked through the door to be able to say it was finished.The more I thought about it, the more it made me mad and I was more determined than ever to kill every terrorist I could find. Not only me but Vicky had a new fire in her eye every time a terrorist or terrorism was mentioned.The weekend was subdued; it was recovery, rest, and rejuvenation time. But Saturday morning Vicky and I went to Fort Smith to feed the prisoners. I nodded. Master grabbed the leash and pulled tight. "As you get up, get the rope in front of you then follow me." Master pulled hard and quick almost dragging me, but I got up quickly with the rope as asked.I got bent over a soft but firm surface with my arms stretched out and I couldn't pull them back at all. My ass got smacked hard then I felt Master's hands grasp and inspect it. "No wonder he is being a good bitch. It looks like you broke open that asshole. Good Slut." I winced in pain. I knew that the battery was OK, as it had turned over the engine.I checked the spark plug and found it covered with gunk and oil. I used some gas and a small wire brush to clean it up and check the gap. Granddad had a full set of mechanic's tools in the garage, so everything I needed was handy. Next, I checked the air filter, blew it out with compressed air, and re-lubed the foam pre-filter. Finally, I checked the gas filter. It looked ugly, and there wasn't a replacement on hand.I carefully.