"I don't think I am, my ankle hurts."She was winced when she tried to stand up and put weight on the left ankle. I told her to sit down and let me loo... at it. Sure enough it was at minimum a sprain. I could tell it had started swelling and was turning a light purple, I was hoping it wasn't broken."This wouldn't be so bad if we were on the other end of the trail where my car is," she said."I know, there's no way that you are going to walk on that ankle." What do you suggest?" Well, I'm going to. It wasn’t that Martin was easy or easy going. He insisted on standards of cleanliness, and on them all doing their chores (which, with six of them, was not that onerous). He punished when necessary, and mostly the girls accepted that. Even Sarah had got used to the idea that spanking was not too demeaning. Sometimes he would spank them in the privacy of the bedroom, that inevitably moved over into sex – which was delightfully uncomfortable for the girl if her bottom was red; delightful, that. When Vinny would feed my ass his huge black anaconda, he sometimes would wear his light brown, high top, Timberland boots. I could barely see his black ankle socks inside those untied boots. It made me feel as though he was very masculine and in charge which is what most submissives like when getting fucked. Another clothing item that men enjoy when having anal sex is athletic supporters or jock straps. This item is somewhat cliché but visually and physically effective. It symbolizes. "We sat there in silence for a while. Finally, Claude started talking again. "Martha and I wanted a son, so we could turn this place over to him when we passed on. We were blessed with Karen, but then Martha couldn't have any more children. It bothered us for a while, but about a month before she died, Martha told me we should be proud to turn this place over to Karen and you. She was right." Thank you, Claude. You couldn't have paid me a better compliment. I loved Martha, you know." I know.