She surrendered and slowly lifted the lid.She gasped. "George, how beautiful!" Her eyes were glistening. "How could you afford these?" Her fingers car...ssed the smooth, white orbs."It was a good year," George replied. "You, more than anyone, deserve a taste of the fruits." We decided that we need to save the profits for reserves," she reminded him. He nodded. She knew that he wouldn't have, nor shouldn't have traded reserves for pearls. Her bookkeeper's mind was sharp. She glanced at him with a. ” Melissa laughed.“Please mistress,” cried Joan, “shove it up my ass.”Joan felt the bottle driving sliding up her ass as shetried to relax her muscles to keep from breaking it.Liquid was pouring into her bowels as if she wasreceiving an enema. When it emptied out, the bottle wasremoved.“You better hold that in while I slap your ass slut,”said Melissa behind her as the first slap hit her assand she screamed from the pain. She held her assclenched as she. The worst punishment I could deal with was leaving one or two of them at the outposts. Mostly, all I could really do was yell at them, and that wasn't too effective. So, as we travel, please imagine a trail that a dead drunk blind moron could follow left behind us composed of every possible item. Every once in a while the punishment would be to make the moron who left his bed roll behind run and go get it while we traveled. It's not like they could lose our trail....The other thing to keep in. Henry seemed the type to be a missionary only man. But Joseph would bet the old man never kissed his wife while he was on top of her, not like Joseph did. Henry wouldn't move down quickly, pushing up her dress so he could tug at her pantyhose. Charlene wasn't used to it, but she lifted up, allowed him to pull the hose and her panties both down to her thighs. Joseph lifted her legs up and back. In the light from the back porch light, he could just make out her pussy. Charlene had a lot of gray.