I covered myself with the towel until I felt warm again. When I removed it, I heard the first mutters.“Muthafuckingcuntwad! What the actual fuck was...that? Of all the odd things I’ve had to endure, that one was by far the worst. I’m so cold and sticky now. How could you do this to me?”Those were the first words I heard from my pussy, also known as ‘The Lady of the House’. She was fuming, absolutely mad. I tried to calm her down, shocked that I was having a conversation with my own body part.. I haven’t looked at any of the supplies you packed. If I freeze my fingers, I’m going to put them someplace warm.”“Here. Wear your gloves.”“Nobody loves me and my hands are cold,” I whined.“God loves you and you can sit on your hands,” Ashley shot the standard response back at me. We went out the back and I took the ATV with the supply wagon while Ashley and Mary Beth took the two-seater. In a matter of minutes, we were running up the cattle trail, ostensibly to check the conditions of the. "And you just 'HAPPEN' to be carrying a backpack full of food andclothing at the time? What were you planning to do - have apicnic in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?" Stephanie shouted angrily. The young girl hung her head in defeat."Perhaps now would be a good time to tell us the full truth,Peggy," I said calmly. Both women gave me a rude look but theteenager's frown faded when she realized I was trying to help."Okay," she sniffed. "I was trying to escape, at first. But Ichanged my mind and came back. "No Mistress!!" Charles responded in a tone suggesting discomfort and fear.Charles shook his head.Ivy smiled at him and then worked on the chains connecting the tray and his nipple rings. She then told him to stay out while she walked away with the tray. She came back to him by the tv and sofa 10 minutes later.Ivy was more or less drunk but her mind wasn't completely wasted. She could still think straight, but still feel a bit sick from all that drinking."Charles can you carry me to the.