You were born in Mississippi and don’t know how to fish,” he said with a huge laugh.“Are you doing to help me or not?” I asked.“The first th...ng is you use your rod for catching bait fish. The ones you want are about the size of your hand. It don’t matter what kind they are since you are going to cut them into pieces about the size of a hush puppy. You got that?”“What do I use for bait fish, bait nothing I have is working,” I said.“Pillsbury canned biscuits, you don’t cook them. They are for. As I rubbed the lotion in, I let my hands gently caress her breasts, cupping them softly and giving just a gentle squeeze."Stop feeling me up, you horny little devil," she giggled, as my hands kept fondling her tits, "you keep that up and I'll have to pants you." That wouldn't be to hard," I laughed, "since I don't have any on."After getting lotion on her back and sides I moved down to her legs. I started at her feet and slowly rubbed the lotion on, then to her calves and then to her thighs. As. Then Donna Louisa’s loyal and lovely handmaiden Annette took me into her full confidence and she told me about the treasure of the Antilles minor with no less than three full cargos from huge merchant ships of the gold-obsessed Spanish Court, all loaded to the scuppers with booty from the fallen Indian Empire. It was an Empire that was left with countless empty houses and temples and rotting bodies dumped in neat piles for the beasts of the jungle to devour.At first, I merely spanked the clever. "Thirty years old, Master," she mumbled.Then she decided that she had better accept her fate and make the best of it. Her face improved considerably when she smiled, and Jalile responded to her change of heart enough to offer a little more than his first thought."Well, Sergeant," he said, "I might be persuaded to offer thirty for her." I couldn't take less than a hundred," replied the Sergeant and Jalile decided to save a lot of time."Fifty, or take her away," he offered."But..." Abdur was.