Sir scoops up my cum and tells me to open my mouth so I can taste my pussy. Do you like the taste of your pussy Slut? DOM is cleaning the riding crop ...ront and back on my tongue and tells me to keep my tongue out. Smack! riding crop comes down hard on my tongue and I let out a yelp. DOM says **you are not to cum or make a sound unless I specifically ask you to, do you understand BITCH? You may answer... I say yes Sir I understand**.I hear belt buckles being undone, pants dropping to the floor,. We just could not find a hardpan route all of the way on any day, and some days we had trouble finding any hardpan. The hardpan was there, it was just too deep under the sand to do us any real good.Sometimes I wondered if the Indians were really serious about getting rid of us, or if they were just playing some sort of game. If they had really wanted to kill all of us, all they had to do was to wait until the crew was fighting with the salt wagon in one of those sand traps. Hell, they could. I crashed to the floor, which released the paralysis. My shoulder hurt where I'd landed on it, but that was the least of my worries.I jumped up, babbling apologies, and telling her she was awake and basically freaking out.In response she opened her mouth and croaked. She licked her lips and tried again, but it still came out as a croaking sound that wasn't at all like her voice. She lifted her right hand, and then let it drop again."Water!" I screamed, realizing she hadn't had a drink in half a. ” said Bea. Blake was momentarily at the bar talking to an acquaintance.“Wonderful, really,” said Ava. “I am so proud to be Blake’s bride. And yes, I know I will have to work hard to make it up to Julian. Blake knows it too. It is what it is.” Bea nodded.It was March 4th 1974. Several of Blake’s employees and friends of the family were in attendance to witness the event: a group of eleven souls in all. The dancing and partying went on until the wee smalls, well, 1:00 a.m.“Kevin, thanks for.