Blue blue….” She gibbered shaking her finger at it.I considered arguing the point, after all, the fading had made it almost silver, but I took pit... on her. After all, it had once been blue. “Yes, bitch. It’s blue. You may cum.” Her orgasm clamped strong tiny muscles onto my fingers. “OH MY GOD,” she moaned. I held up my fingers, her dew running down them. She shoved them into her mouth. Several fellow travelers enjoyed the sight of her sucking her juices off my fingers. One, young man was. October in Montana and she could already tell this would be a hard winter. As Samantha neared the point of the property that was furthest from her home, she noted that the large wooden gate was ajar. The fence that surrounded the property was typical ranch style, meant to keep their cattle within its confines. The gate wasn’t wide open, just set back enough for her to notice that it wasn’t latched. This wasn’t the first time either. It seemed to happen about once a month. Samantha re-latched. Snake just sent us to kill him, not you.”” I smiled and replied: “Thanks, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear, now get over the ridge and stay low until the shooting stops.” Fear filled their eyes. I motioned for them to go, and they headed to safety leaving me alone. I decide that it was time to end this. I snuck around, and made my way to Max’s house. They must have seen it as a good way of keeping a fake facade, they had left it almost untouched, but there were four guards on the front. It was a few more months before Mistress Andrea let me perform oral sex on one of her female slaves. When it was time for the special training session, slave M was standing next to her. She commanded, "Slave M will take care of your training tonight, slave B." I didn't mind at all. I don't know if Mistress knew, but I was partial to slave M. Slave M led me into the classroom, and commanded, "Lock yourself in the first desk."The first student desk had been pushed up against the teacher's desk. I.