Even after all that's transpired, I'm still surprised that she's got someother trick up her sleeve. I don't ask why, of course. (You can see howwell I...ve been trained.) My other ankle is secured in similar fashion tothe other corner of the bed so now I'm fully spread-eagle.I'm guessing now that Mistress is going to lay on me again as she'lloccasionally 'wiggle' herself to another orgasm or two on me after I'vegone flaccid. One would think I'd stop guessing at these things since I'malmost always. Her red satin brassiere held her milky-whiteglobes which pushed against the black satin full-slip she was wearing.She sucked on a blood-red fingernail while she studied her clothes.Adele Edwards burst into the small room preceded by a miasma of perfume."I don't know why you spend so long picking out your suit, they all lookthe fucking same anyway," she teased."You should talk. You dress like Erin Brockovitch on a bad day," Celiaquipped.Both women had showered, coiffed, applied makeup, dressed. Since they didn't carry nothin' but warclubs an' stabbin' spears, we didn't have much ta fear as long as we stayed beyond arm's reach.We figured that ifen we wuz alert, we could spot trouble far enough away fer us ta turn around the mule an' wagon an' run away from it. Ifen worse came ta worst, we would abandon the mule an' wagon an' run fer it. The Injuns would likely stop to cotch the mule, since they put so much store by mule meat. That wuz our safety magic—the Injun's absolute hunger fer. I am going to do this, with or without your assistance.”“NO! No! She would never go along with that! I am the only man she has ever been with. She would never let another man into her bed. Besides, she doesn’t like blacks, She says you are all a****ls. Getting your women pregnant every year, and then wanting abortions.”“You let me worry about getting into her bed. You just tell her that I am a big client from New York, and your boss wants me to stay at your home, instead of a motel. You know,.