Her submission is amazing, and perhaps a tale for another day.As a part of the scene, I ordered her to use her panties to clean the slut puddle she ha... so eagerly created. Then, I instructed her to place the panties in a plastic bag and to mail them to me first thing in the morning. She did as I asked, but overslept Wednesday morning, forgetting to finish her assignment by mailing the package to me.Obviously, although meaning well, my slut needed to learn a lesson. She tries very, very hard to. Spawned by a long line of European gentry, she indeed occasionally put on airs. That's why they called her "The Countess".He was a bit of a troublemaker. A big city boy who didn't give a crap about pedigrees and titles... a true republican, with a small "R". He despised the Central European landed aristocrats with a vengeance.Of course, they had to run into each other at a party. They danced, they drank, they yelled at each other over the music. And before they knew it, both were sitting in his. DeClan stood leaning against a tree trunk watching a young man of perhaps eighteen come out of the small cottage, he had expected Zachariah Weston, this man was much younger but was certainly a Weston with that red blond hair, hawk nose and the deep cleft in his strong chiseled chin that all the Weston males had. "What are you doing here Weston? more importantly what are you doing bothering my family?" DeClan said in a deadly cold voice, Zachary rubbed his upper arm "I meant no harm to you or. He openly now consumed human flesh (which he preferred raw) and performed and spoke openly of so many other blasphemous and wicked things that the elders soon ordered him to be driven away from the tribe with stones and arrows, to be shunned forever and never to return upon pain of death.There are rumors that the Texas adventurer and explorer James Wylde visited the Mexican mine town in 1850, as did the famous Victorian English explorer Sir Richard Francis Burton later in 1860. Both are known.