I had to hold myself up to cook.He ate his lunch and we went to the loungeroom. I was cuddling up to him. He turned his head to me and started kissing...me again. This time I knee what he wanted, I got down in front of him and pulled his pants and underwear off. I pulled out his already hard cock and started stroaking it. I put his balls in my mouth and sucked on them for a little but just to tease. I grabbed his cock and placed my mouth over it. I sucked on his cock, teased the head with my. ... Whipped, beaten, spanked and tortured titties.Perfect targets for the most painful and degrading assault from bare hands,belts, canes, tree-branch switches, bullwhips... she didn't care! Hot, worthlessbags of slutfilth good for nothing else except dancing and jiggling and wobblingobscenely as they absorbed blow after cruel blow, until they proudly bore anddisplayed a kaleidoscope of welts, scrapes, and multi-colored bruises. Tits...tits... titties... boobs... knockers... hooters.... It’s okay, don’t be shy.”I put my arm around her and she snuggled into me.“I guess we’re a little old for this kind of thing,” she said.“You don’t look old at all,” I said. “You look great.”“I mean too old for the games, the preamble,” she explained and stood up. “Come on.”Rona led me into a palatial bedroom, neat and tidy with barely a sign of human habitation.Now that it was clear she was complicit, I took her in my arms and kissed her. Her big, low-slung breasts pressed temptingly against my. "I will not discuss the bible with you Mr. Tackett. The Righteous do not discuss the holy word with heathens. By your own birth you are damned to hell. By the way you choose to live, you are double damned. God will punish you for your birth and for your actions." Mrs. Wattley, you will leave this wagon train at Fort Hall. I will not have you disrupting the entire train." We'll see about that, Mr. Smith. A lot of the people on this wagon train will support me. How many do you think will support.