We ate in mostly silence and after prayers we went to our respective bedrooms. My son came to visit me.“Charles, you are out of bed?” I asked with...surprise. Even though he was capable of walking and sat for dinner he usually got tired afterwards and went to sleep right away.“Yes! I have so many questions. What did Madame Parrish mean about all of that?” he asked me wide-eyed and curious.“I help with the farming. We have a lot of land to till and plow for planting and I must get my rest,. Her ass was small and tight, and her thong was barely noticeable as it traced down the crack of her ass. “Damn, your ass is nice! I want you to place your hands on your ass for me,” Ken said to her. Sarah reached back with both hands, placed them squarely on the cheeks of her ass and began to feel it a few times for him. Ken was getting his jollies off by watching her, and he now asked Sarah to undo the back of her bra. Sarah with her back still towards Ken, now unhooked her bra, and placed. I think we should send Ted pictures of her stripes. That will help sell the magazine and increase interest in our country and it will raise the profile of our negotiations with the British government." We already have pictures of her Sir, and pictures of her in the customs hall at the airport and a number of her at the whipping post. The Chapoti Post has also printed pictures and run a story on them. Ted will probably sell them to the TV companies in England." I was utterly shocked at the news. I put my coat on and decided a pub lunch was in order after all my hard work I had put in over the last few weeks. As usual, I stopped outside the Tattoo parlour when the door opened."Hi, there," he said.He looked just like an exile from a motorcycle gang, big with large tattooed arms and even a multi coloured scarf around his head."Hi," I replied, "bit slow today?" Yep, but I don't mind," he said with a smile. "Why don't you come in and have look at my wall of fame?"I hesitated for a second.