Since that was before the days of television, in fact, we didn't even own a radio until several years later Elmer Peako became our entertainment, tell...ng us funny jokes. He was just fun to be around.When my mother, Bessie apologized for burning the food on our rickety old wood stove with its non-existent temperature controls, it was Elmer who lightened the moment by remarking."Don't you worry, Aunt Bessie. I left my manners home and brought my appetite."There was also that man-of-mystery. It invariably led to fights and petty jealousies that made the dangerous business of searching for loot even more dangerous than ever before. We made contact with a pair of French sloops that were under full sail and fighting to avoid us. I knew we could eventually catch up with them but it would mean diverting a couple of days from my course to the Tortugas and I was loath to deflect my direction. The crew grumbled a bit because they had no idea I was heading straight as an arrow to the hidden. But she reveled in it. Suffering and obedience to her Master were what she wanted. There was no room for doubt.Before she knew it, the sky was darkening. She went to her bedroom. He had given her strict orders:First, you will strip.That was easy. She allowed herself to preen in the mirror a moment. Her hair, dark and wavy, fell in a soft wave over her shoulders. Her eyes glowed as though illuminated from within so that they were brighter than the feeble bedside lamp, which cut the darkness only. She was going to orgasm either way .Mr White gave her three fingers and then four , this girls could take my entire fist he thought . So wet and accommodating and yet so tight and resilient! “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh , Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh , I’m cummmmmminggggg Sir , Im fuckingggggggg cummminnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg Ahhhhhhhhhhhh”Meg had never been so well fucked albeit by the Masters fingers.How Meg wished that he had fucked her properly with his big dick !Mr White moved to the other side of the desk and.