”“I will do anything that you want to prove my love for you.”She looked at me seriously for a few minutes, then finally said: “We have a guy w...o we buy some supplies from and he wants a little something extra this time.”“What’s that?”“You.”I said nothing for a few minutes while they all looked at me. “How does he know about me? What will I have to do?”“Anything he wants, I imagine. Is that a problem?”“So you want me to go and fuck him?”“At the very least. Are you going to embarrass me?”“No I. She felt her vagina begin to become moister, her brain beginning to think of what her next step in her seduction would be.“Okay, that’s the basics of what we will be doing, any questions, Abe?” Susie looked at his eyes, still focused down her top, she jiggled her shoulders slightly, making her tits wobble inside the soft bra she wore.“Ugh, nope,” he stammered, a boyish smile on his face, obviously because of the candy he had displayed for him to see.Susie sat on the edge of the table, pushing. “Well my little brother told me to tell you that little ninja girl wants to fight you.”“What!?”Courtney pulled on my sleeve. “Greg you can’t. She’ll get in trouble again. She’s so smart, and she needs to be in school.”Clarence was walking away, when he turned around. “I forgot,” he told us, “I’m supposed to tell you that Becky said not to be afraid, because she won’t hurt you like she did last time.”I could feel my face getting red. Courtney hadn’t told anyone about Becky breaking my ribs, so I. I see the same thing out here in the west with the Red Indians. The same people who were a hollering about the Black Man treat the Red Man worse than any slave. So it goes I guess, and I figure that's why I like mules better than most men.When I left the farm I was riding Zeke, one of our mules, and I was carrying the old Kentucky rifle my pappy gave me for my last birthday. Zeke was four years old, smart as a whip and he was big as mules go. I had pretty much raised him from a foal. We were a.