You can’t run in water this deep and mud is thicker than water. The best I could manage was to keep putting one foot in front of the other, all whil... holding my rifle high enough to keep the mud out of it--well, keeping more mud out of it. I had to wonder how much dust, sand, and mud had already gotten inside, especially when I had to jump into the muddy water.The cold of the mud trench sapped much of my remaining strength, and pulling myself out of the trench at the far end was no easy task.. ’ ‘What happened?’ ‘Yolanda gave herself to me last night. As my slave, no less. She said she loves me.’ ‘And…’ ‘Well, I’m not quite sure how to handle it. I called her slave last night, just to test her out on her admission, and it had an unexpected reaction.’ Jason looked at him. ‘What reaction?’ ‘Um, you’ll see when she wakes. Then maybe you can tell me how to handle it. You seem to know what to do with Jennifer, and I feel that your advice would help me greatly.’ Jason smiled, and thumped. Instinctively, Bailey's arms went around his neck as the kiss continued. Johnny was finally kissing her the way she had dreamed of so many times in her sleep. She had set aside the presence of the other three in the doorway. Her hands went down to his shirt and began to frantically pull it off his body.Seeing the usually shy Bailey helping Johnny get his clothes off with them there seemed to convince them that what Johnny had told them back in the livingroom was true. Bailey really did want. They kissed and nuzzled one another like long-lost lovers. My cock was aching, the stocking had turned the head a deep purple. As they laid there cuddling, her stud's cum began to ooze from her well-worn pussy. My wife obviously felt it running out. She looked at me and said that since I wasn't man enough to fuck her properly, maybe I should just crawl over and clean her lover's cum out of her cunt. I did as I was told. As I positioned my head between her legs, she told me to remove the.