" Why shouldn't I, SLAVE???" I... I've... changed... since I got here... I... I'm sorry for everything that happened... Mistress Nancy, Goddess of Ice....." Prove it to me, SLAVE Tonya!" How... how do you want me to... prove it... Mistress Nancy, Goddess of Ice?" To start with, take my right boot off, SLAVE Tonya..."The leather boots that Nancy wore were shiny black, coming up to the middle of her thighs; a zipper in back would release their hold on the sleek legs."Yes, Mistress Nancy, Goddess of. I smiled when I saw him lick his tongue around his lips tasting it. Little did he know that it was genuine dried dog cum that he was trying to lick up.I was getting horney watching the next night and was stroking myself watching them when I decided to join in on the fun. As soon as the dog pulled out of Lane's mouth I stuck my cock in. Lane sucked gently on my cock. I was in such a high state of arousal already it only took a few seconds for me to cum. I came so much I thought it would choke. Keep watch and I'll call back when I'm ready."Rambo came back with a 10-4 and an extra loud, extra long slurp of his icy drink just to piss me off. Bastard...I laid back down and kneaded the palms of my hands against my forehead while trying to forget how much I wanted a cigarette. And food. And a shower... Especially a shower. I'm normally a two shower a day girl. I love being clean. Clean skin, clean hair, clean clothes, clean bed sheets. God, how I love the feel of just laundered 500 count. The bodies hadn’t been lying there for very long as the scavengers hadn’t gotten to them yet.“Well, it looks like Winslow has taken matters one step further,” Dunbar declared flatly, in a detached manner, after glancing about the area and taking in the sign. “What do you think happened?”Dunbar’s query was more of a rhetorical question than it was anything else. The man knew what had happened here, just as I knew it. Winslow had killed the three men, most likely with the help of Jefferson, his.