Our farms are a common destination of families out on a Sunday drive, and even of tourists, who enjoy viewing the sight of hundreds of slaves toiling ...way. They frequently stop along the roadside to watch for a while, perhaps shoot some photos or videos. Some even take advantage of the picnic benches we have set up at various vantage points along the roadway.’ Dexter couldn’t contain himself, ‘Dad, can I go along to the processing center and watch? Please?’ He was quickly silenced by a curt. What if he never showed up? What if he took everythingwe had both worked for and disappeared? What if I hadbeen temporary? Just something he needed to get by?Left with nothing but a few boxes of photos and booksin the back of my SUV?But, didnt I literally put my life in his hands everytime we had played? How many times over the yearscould he have hurt me or killed me and I wouldnt havebeen able to stop him? With all I had already trustedhim with, was I really that worried that he wasntgoing to. I used his funny looking knife to get it off him. Dang thing folds up."Wayne arrived at his corpse and discovered the man wasn't dead yet. He called back to Bob. "We got a lingerer here. This one ain't quite dead yet. You want me to finish him or do you want to talk a bit first?"Bob and Hank walked out to where Wayne was standing. Bob sent him on to check the next dead man while Frank and he started grilling the bandit."Well, I guess you know you're a dead man, don't ya," he started to. I found her clit and also that her pussy was dripping wet. I was working her over pretty good and thought I should eat her out. The minute my tounge hit her clit she freaked out. Connie started to buck and thrash about. I jambed two fingers up her cunt as I ate her and this pushed her into her first orgasim. Her pussy smelled and tasted great! Now was my chance, I pushed my shorts down and allowed my cock to spring fourth and pulled myself up so that my cock head was just inside her pussy lips..