He kneeled behind her and entered her pussy with such violent motion that she cried out. But soon my loving Ana enjoyed every minute of it. Jerome wen... over to the table and picked up a spiked metal paddle. He began to spank my sweet wife’s ass cheeks, her Master fucked her cunt. She cried out in pain. Soon her arse was reddish. They stopped and stood up to admire her. "Let's leave her for a bit. She needs a chance to recover before we continue".As her master was talking, Jerome left a dog bowl. A skeleton, still dressed in rotting jeans, a flannel shirt, boots, and a Stetson lay with several other items of an obvious personal nature scattered around the body. This burial platform, done in the way of their Lakota Sioux ancestors, held the body of James Ambrose Randal. The former owner of the ranch known as Eagle’s Nest and the patriarch of the Randal clan. Sitting on one of the upright posts was a golden eagle. The predatory raptor watched as Lewis and his family approached his. "What the hell was that?"The Colonel, recovering, said, "A prisoner exchange. Sub rosa, of course. . . Evidently they think you don't know much."She exhaled and looked around her, then at the Colonel. "That . . . is far from the truth."Major Spinelli, in his unguarded way, looked Towelewska up and down and said, "Millie . . . you're naked!" Well of COURSE I'm naked!" she exploded. "I've been naked for two f**king years!! Not a stitch, day or night! Sleeping on a bare bench!" She was. We always have amazing sex. I mean we're brother and sister, so if we loved each other enough to fuck more than once, then obviously we liked it. Why? Are you bored with our sex life?” I asked.“No, of course not sis, just asking,” Ray replied.“So you like my blow jobs?” I asked.“Yes, I love them, they are the best ones I've ever gotten honestly. It's just something I wanna be able to talk to you about especially if we get married,” Ray replied.“I agree 100%. We should be able to talk to each.