" Well, OK. You're runnin' this show, so I sure hope it all turns out like you want it to. I still ain't too damn sure why you want me there." I want ...ou there because you're a more legitimate representative of our people than I am. It's not appropriate for me to be speaking for all of us." Seems to me you been doin' a fair job so far. So now, you're loadin' it on my shoulders, a poor, ignorant, little old lady from the sticks?"I laughed, "Don't play the innocent with me, Ellen. I've been in. Every time, without fail. Definitely quite the little personality attached to this one. “Ms. Tessla, Ms. Tessla!” (If she counted the number of times a day her name was called, she thought.) “Guess what happened at practice today?” “What happened at practice today, Ryan?” Stacey managed to ask, sounding as if his answer would be the most fascinating part of her day. The deep down truth be told, it was definitely enjoyable talking with Ryan, as much for the reward of watching his animated facial. I told her that I was going over to dad’s if she needed me. As I watched her car go down the street all I could think of was getting into Teri’s pants. A drove over to their house and found them in the back yard doing some gardening. Teri had on a halter top and a pair of loose fitting shorts. As usual she looked spectacular. Dad asked me if I wanted something to drink and said that it was time for them to take a break anyway. As we went inside Teri brushed her body by mine and all I could. As they squirmed in their bindings they were frequently visited by masked women in long black capes, who thrashed them as they viewed their nooses; not relenting until they spent their balls in submission as they writhed in pain, their cocks massaged beneath their bellies as they were chastised and made to know their departure was imminent. They had been held there less than twenty-four hours when a trio of matronly women in squeaky white latex tops and skirts, studied them with dismissive.