“Your name is Dion, right?” the foreman asked while crossing his fingers over the wooden desk and looking at the redhead over his glasses.Dion dou...ted he had done anything wrong, but he was prepared to be punished. There were probably rules of the place he could not yet understand. Like the strange behavior of those workers who had sit next to him during lunch.“You’re pretty,” the older man commented, with no trace of emotion in his voice, like he was saying Dion was a cow supposed to give x. The squeeze resulting pain reset me to the beginning, and she slid herself on my cock to begin her ride.Heather started slow and steady. She would rise slowly until my cock was bearly in her and then drop quickly, impaling herself. She did that for several minutes, then picked up speed into a fast bounce. Her pussy was slick and hot; it felt like there was a furnace burning inside. I could feel the resistance of her cervix pushing in as she bottomed out with a grunt. “Damn, Heather,” said. Ok, i see what's going on here...what do you want from me, you little blackmailer."She looked up at him. "What's a blackmailer? " Never mind", he replied. "What do you want? That's what this is all about, right?"Amber looked down at the magazine, and carefully opened it. She seemed to know what page she was looking for. She stopped turning pages, and placed her finger on one of the pictures. "Do they all look like that?" she asked, referring to the large cock poised to enter the female model in. The wagons at the rear of the train were sinking in more than a foot. In dry weather, the wagon train was nearly a mile long, but now it was two miles long and getting longer. Jasper's life had become one long cuss word! Jasper was maddened by the realization that, in a few months, they would be praying for the very rain that they were cursing now.In an effort to even out the misery, Jasper changed the order of march each day, moving the last few wagons in the train to the front to give the.