..That's weird," you mumble. "Dad gave me a 356A on the same day, and told me the same thing."You put this out of your mind and flip to another page f...rther along in the diary, you notice this one has an entry for today written. Correction, there's an entry for today being written, ink moves along as you read the entry wide eyed.ZW57%& It was the most random thing. I go off to take the test I studied all last night for, and it turns out to be a screen test for television shows. I got the prize. I felt her hardening nipples through the blouse and the lace cup of the bra and I squeezed them harder and harder between my finger and thumb until she opened her mouth wide in an automatic response to cry out but before she had the chance I placed my hand over her mouth.Her legs were trembling...she was breathing in gasps and her chest was rising and falling in fear. I put my mouth to her ear and whispered: "I bet your husband loves your fucking breasts?" She was terrified but I squeezed her. Caz would arrive home really late, usually around midnight. She would sit on my face and get me to clean her up. Then she would make me cum and clean up again. Sometimes I fucked her but mostly she gave me a hand job. Once she gave me a blowjob and kissed me with a mouthful of cum. It was a strange time but we were both happy. One day Caz decided that I was such a wimp that I should wear her knickers. “I never wear any since Antwan ripped mine that first time. I just thought it would be a waste. I followed Bob Randolph's example, and hired my own peace keepers and posted the same list of rules. The jail was completed on January the fifteenth; it was full of prisoners by the sixteenth. The jail stayed mostly filled for the next ten days as the peace keepers and I enforced the Cheyenne Town Code posted in each bawdy house, saloon and dance hall. Once the miners, railroad men and cowboys understood that misbehaving was not tolerated, things settled down.I worked day and night for the.