JESUS. This is tough.Then he says, "I might..give you a little taste of some pleasure if you continue to be a good girl Now, you know that feeling whe... you have the Hitachi on you..and you feel the pressure building..and you get to that point where you can't hold it in, anymore, and you just HAVE to release it?" I nod, very meekly and murmur. “Mmm hmm.” I can't really speak, because he's still sliding the hitachi over my thighs, occasionally lightly brushing over my pussy, then dipping down to. Well, ok…this way I can sleep better… He turned his face to Ben and let out a joke: He snoozes a lot… I blushed a little from his comment, even though I knew he was just kidding so he just messed our hairs with his hands and went up saying night night, have fun, I guess he was expecting something to happen. So we got our sleeping bags and started talking about school and stuff, and by the time we knew everyone in the house was sleeping we started talking about our nights with our brothers. How. Thank you, Sir, for your cooperation."Mr. Smithson, I'm sorry for my conduct. He just pissed me off when he started to attack my friend." Honey, the only thing you have to be sorry for is not calling me Cy. What may I call you so that I don't get in trouble with my female staff for calling you honey?"Rhonda," she laughed. "This is Paul Brown. The woman knelling over the body is Doctor Jamie Brown, and the woman with the mad on is Ester no last name."Cy was a young man for the responsibilities. Fortunately, these were muzzle-loading muskets, but they were still more dangerous than arrows. There were enough Indians to surround the wagon train, and it looked like they meant business.John distributed his men as he usually did, with Abigail and Cassius as his mobile reserve. The Indians had begun to fire both arrows and musket balls at the train, but had not hit anything significant as yet. "Abigail, take yer rifle to the west wall an' see if ya kin hit anythin' worth shootin' at. We need.