.. I cooked and cleaned.When I came in the next morning Gonzalez was just finishing the conversion to propane. Propane is safer in confined and inadeq...ately ventilated quarters.“Gonzalez!”“Sí, Patrón.”“Good man!”“Sí, Patrón.”The entire shop broke out into laughter.Now ... about this Patrón. In the normal course of events, a woman boss was MARRIED to the boss ... she would be the “Patróness.”“Patróness.” ... a diminutive, a deliberate belittling of a female. But I wasn’t married ... wasn’t. With Yaquis in the area, we were extra cautions, but with Running Fox to back me up, I was not afraid to continue scouting.We followed the road for the allotted distance and found that it was safe for the wagons. After lunch, we checked our equipment and rode after the Yaquis who had mistreated the Indian woman. We rode back to the torture site and Running Fox looked around for sign. I probably could have found the trail on my own, but it was so much faster with Running Fox doing the searching. He picked up a wooden paddle and was soon out of my sight. I closed my eyes, I felt it bite down into my ass, and thighs. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen….I am jumping as much as I can given my shackles. His hand rubbed my ass, it felt hot and caring and made the hurt go away. I closed my eyes just to get lost in it. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, this is was the flogger, kissing me, bitting me, forcing more muffled sounds and a few tears. He let. Yes, deep down he wondered what it would look like, all that sweetness being devoured by these ravenous sexual appetites.Then he heard it, along with Natasha and the gang that hemmed in her exposed flanks. Soaring above all the predatory male noise from the other room was a drawn-out wail of female desperation. Natasha looked up in alarm from where she was being pounded. She knew Sandy was in trouble and the shafters of her pussy read her thoughts as clearly as Ryan did.'Sounds like your little.