"Do you know which conversation I'm talking about, Cathy?" No, I don't remember anything," Cathy whispered."Shall I refresh your memory? It was about ...hether you deserve a spanking."Cathy seemed to have gained new strength. "No, it wasn't about whether I deserve one, but about whether Stan ever felt like spanking me." And? What do you think?" Helen half sat herself on the free part of the table at Cathy's side."I guess he did." Do you know the reason?" Because I don't like those caveman friends. When she tried to ask him what he was doing, it just came out as a mumble through the gag."What was that, babe? I didn't quite get that."She mumbled at him again as he set her down in the large whirlpool tub on a thick towel he had placed there earlier. He squatted down between her legs and began licking her clit and using two fingers to fuck her pussy. It wasn't long before she was responding, and he removed the gag but left on the blindfold. She was just moaning loudly, and he knew she was. She kissed me on the cheek, and I felt fully repaid for what little that I had done.I wandered around the Choctaw Nation and made a few friends, but I headed south as soon as the fall winds began to blow in earnest. I had no other destination in mind, so I headed for San Antonio. Everybody assured me that it never snowed that far south.I could tell the difference in the people as soon as I crossed the Red River. Texans seemed just a bit more belligerent than their northern neighbors—I'm not. When he eventually released her and eased his sweaty body away from her she was astonished to see a Centurion standing in the doorway watching! He smiled at her and clapped gently. He turned and said to the fat woman ?I admire your new taste in decorations? before walking up to Macilenta a drawing his fingernails down the sides of her ribcage making her arch towards him. He then tightly grasped her face by the cheekbones turning it towards him. Laughing he then walked across the room and.