They visited Anatoly's interrogation specialist to watch for results. While Smyth provided a lot of information about the operations, he could not hel... in identifying the head man. The only thing they learned was that the man was called either "The Creator" or "Father Pain." It was believed he was a catholic priest, but nothing was further was revealed.The slaver's customers were used as examples to Smyth. Smyth would watch them be slowly butchered. Everything that was being done to them was. He never got cold even on days when it was well below freezing.I was zooming in on her perky little breasts and then on her fuzzy pubic mound. She was struggling with her bulky suite to try and get it out of the way so that she could pee and not get her suite all wet. She then tried to back up to a fallen log and sit on it. As she tried desperately to get her fanny and her pussy over on the other side of that log she lost her balance and fell onto her back giving me a full frontal view of her. But that's a lie. I was begging her like my life depended it. I didn't want her to stop, I needed to feel her mouth on my cock and her finger deep in my ass."Ok," she replied. "But let's just make this a bit easier."She rolled over to turn away from me and reach over on her night stand to get a tube of lube she had there. She squirted a glob on her finger and started to rub it around my asshole, working it in and around the hole, just putting the tip of her finger in my ass. By now I'm. Bob was able to fetch them back home before lunch was on the table, and Sarah had come with them. That tasty little treat didn't do a thing to dampen my appetite, in more ways than one. Still I minded my manners, especially since Maybel was distracting me with the excellent food. She had two apple pies for desert and I'm afraid I did serious damage to one of them.After lunch I went to visit the Greens. They had their wagon here by now and had already found the lumber they knew about. They were.