He grabbed the bat again and sprayed oil on it but this time the thick end. Then he sprayed her cunt inside and out.He had her legs spread wide and be...an to push the wide bat into her cunt. He saw the pain on her face but did not care. He kept pushing till he had an inch in her. He kept shoving it in deeper till he had it in her and then he got out tape and wrapped the bat to her leg. He then hooked a vibrator to her clit and then ran a wire around the bat. As he turned them on they began to. I didn't have the time to take another shot at that same horse because of the proximity of the other three. These Indians had rifles, but they were shooting while holding the rifle in one hand, a sure way to miss your target. I never understood why they did that; it was bad enough to shoot from a running horse with two hands on the rifle.By this time, the Indians were too close to follow them well with the rifle, so I switched to my pistols. Now I was very happy to have four of them! The. He recognizes the needlesagain, docking on Jack's nipples and butt, which is definitely enoughfor him. Like the last time, he passes out."FUCK! What happened?" Fletcher screams as he opens his eyes again. Thenurse in his room replies, "You visited us with your friend, and somehowyou passed out." Ohm, fuck, the needles. I really can't stand them!" Good to know, we take care of it, but first get into the dress andvisit the doctor next door!" she says and leaves the room. Fletcherstands up from. ’ So the chief engineer who headed the eleven specialists that kept the plant running to produce garden furniture and outdoor decorative art sold in thirteen countries, decided to just head out of town and start walking. The destination he picked was 404 miles away. That should soak up time. It was early fall so Rick thought he’d walk ten miles the first day and increase that distance by two miles a day until he could average twenty miles a day but making adjustments to finish each afternoon.