Roger was afraid they could not continue living without some attacks as the local Indians and even the Spanish began to fear and resent their colony.D...ring the remainder of the summer they also began building some more modern items to make life easier. Roger designed and built carts and wagons that could run on roads or, by changing wheels, on the rail system he planned to build. Lengths, widths, heights were standardized. Roger also standardized containers where possible. As much as he hated. I had just renewed my friendship with her after a lapse of nearly two years. She had been with me at the tennis courts on that day when I was served the legal process that was to begin my enslavement. After I won my freedom I learned that Becky had tried several times to visit me when I was a slave at Masterson Automotive but was informed that I was allowed no visitors. After I regained my freedom Becky and I spent much time catching up.On the way with Becky to the crucifixion site I ran into. "Is that you, Ally?" a voice from within the room called out. She stopped immediately; it was Ben.Ally giggled as tattoo man turned around and said, "Yo, dude, how'd a dickhead like you get hooked up with a babe like her?" He faced Ally again and stuck out his hand. "I'm Lou, dickhead's-I mean Ben's-roommate." His meaty palm crushed her delicate hand as he pumped it enthusiastically. "Come on in." He stepped aside and motioned her in.She couldn't believe her eyes. Ben's side of the room was. He buried his face between my legs, his soft ears rubbing against the inside of my thighs as his silk like tongue licked at my tiny cock.Wave after wave of bliss shot up my spine. I'd never felt anything like this before, he was so much more involved, so much more enthusiastic. He hadn't been licking my cock for more than a few minutes before I screamed out, "Sammy I'm gonna cum!" A few thin, ropes of my teenage cum sprayed all over his muzzle. I stared at him panting, smiling, new waves of.