I guess considering all of the changes in my life over the past 8 or 9 months I really should have written more. But since I became the Sheriff things...have been moving so fast I hardly have time to breathe let alone write. I have 3 Deputies now. All of whom are relatives of Maria Chavaria, that pretty little Mexican woman who used to work at the boarding house, and now takes care of the Sheriff's office and jail. No one wanted the job as deputy after the last Sheriff was killed last year, but. At first, I thought that this would be a little problem for him, but to my pleasant surprise he was very excited by my fingers fucking his ass and little by little we graduated into dildoes, form the smallest plug-ins first to vibrators and then the really big rubber cocks that made him squirm like a bitch in heat. Slowly he developed a lust for black dildoes until one day he told me that he would really liked to be fucked by a real black guy with a large cock that he would suck to. .. I ... that is ... it’s my nieces...” Abbey could not continue, and she covered her face with her hands.As she stood shielding her sad face from Joe’s gaze, she suddenly felt him patting her shoulder while he spoke softly to her.“It’s ok, just tell me the truth” he said quietly.Abbey could hardly believe that Joe was treating her so nicely after what she had tried to do. But his manner and his obvious wish to know the circumstances behind her attempted crime gave her courage to tell him about. We would have done it sooner, but we wanted to make sure my leg was fully healed. On the way over, Paul comments, “You look a little worried. Are you? Is this something we should be doing?”“Anxious, not worried. I want to see what I can do. I am a growing boy. My body is changing. Truth be told, with all the fighting I have been doing, I should have slipped up before now. Even my leg getting cut up was a calculated risk that couldn’t be avoided and he fluked out. I’m a good fighter, but nobody.