A blacksmith traded me a gold for what we called a Franklin stove, twelve small hinges and three six ones. He still made out like a bandit. I wanted g...od hinges for the doors and the shutters. The local miller broke down a gold for me so that I could buy pots, pans, bedding, bottles, jars, jugs, buckets and a couple barrels. I floated a very large barrel behind me as I made my way back to Josie's homestead where I packed up all that pork from the smokehouse and the fat in the gunny sack that. Its tongue is for licking boots, cunt, and ass.Its throat is for swallowing piss.Its neck is for wearing a collar with a leash attached.Its back is for being beaten.Its nipples are for being clamped.Its chest is for being punched.Its stomach is for having degrading words written on.Its hands are for being restrained.Its fingers are for massaging your sore muscles.Its balls are for being tortured.Its cock is for fucking.Its ass is for being beaten.Its asshole is for being violated, with dildos,. Hanging from the baluster he found Abby’s skirt. Her blouse lay on the fifth step. James caught on to the game. A pair of pantyhose beckoned him at the top of the stirs. The little, empty feet hung over the final stair riser to ensure that he wouldn’t miss it. James gathered up the wayward clothing. As he topped the stairs he found a discarded bra, signaling a turn to the left toward a dimly lit area. He looked to the right before proceeding. It was dark, but he could barely make out a large. We eventually relaxed and enjoyed the sun. A while later, upon sitting up I saw that there was a guy sitting nude on a rock about twenty-five yards away. We hadn’t noticed him arrive. I whispered to Kristen so that she wouldn’t be startled. She said he must have seen her by now, so she wasn’t going to worry about it. With that she sat up and began to apply more suntan lotion. I had to lie face down because I had a raging hard on knowing the guy was watching her rub lotion on her tits and onto.