"Yes Master," I panted. His words were like a drug. "Say it. Say the words. You know I love your words," He urged. "My pussy...is wet for you Master,"...I moaned, very nearly cumming on the spot. "Yes I see that. Your pussy must be hungry... hungry for a thick, hard cock, don't you think?" He said. I could see the wicked grin on His face. "Ohh, Master!" I moaned louder. "Yes, yes it wants Your cock, Master. This pussy wants Your cock so much!" "Ok, My sweet little slut, start sliding your fingers. The first job on the agenda was to get the creek clear of the biological materials so the water could run free and clear again. One of the worst sins of the open western rangeland was to pollute the fresh water system or to kill wildlife or domestic animals just for the sake of killing and not for food or to protect innocent victims. The excesses of the "buffalo hunting" era was long gone but folks remembered that purge of free and available meat that threatened the existence of the native. It started off with one day and has now progressed to her coming home late every night. She even started to go in to work on weekends.I didn’t think much of it at first. I was way too occupied to suspect anything. Her becoming busy had also affected how busy I became at home. As soon as I got home from work, I had to get dinner ready for the boys, then go over their homework, made sure they bathed, and that they were in bed on time.I did not even notice or suspect anything when the length of. Where is this going I thought to myself. “They want us go with them, and I’ve said yes”. Boom, there it was, all of this welcome home, missed you bull-shit was to try and butter me up for this. “No fucking way! I don’t want to spend my first wedding anniversary with your parents in a bl**dy caravan”. “Why not?” she blurted back at me “For one, with your parents and b*****r there, we certainly wont be able to fuck like we did half and hour ago will we?” “All you ever think about is sex. You.