Youre going to require even more training that I thought. Youre not a stupid slut, are you? No sir No sir, what? Im not a stupid slut sir, I can be...taught Lets try again then. Open your mouth, he ordered. She opened her mouth as wide as she could-until her jaws ached a little from the strain-and waited. He stroked his cock, and waved it under her nose. He slapped one cheek with it, then the other. Finally he put it in her mouth. This time she simply waited for his command as he moved it. Hell, from where he was he could practically smell Clay's newpussy."Bud, can you hear me?" Clay asked."Yeah," Bud struggled to say. It sounded weird to his ears."Just take it slow, buddy." The concern on Clay's face was starting tomake Bud nervous and he struggled to lift his head."What happened to me?" Bud asked, puzzled when it came out sounding likesome inarticulate vowel sounds. Through bleary eyes he thought he saw amane of long white hair that fell into his face and framed his vision."Oh,. ..”American Girls and American GuysWe will always stand up and saluteWe will always recognizeWhen we see Old Glory FlyingThere’s a lot of men deadSo we can sleep in peace at nightWhen we lay down our headMy daddy served in the armyWhere he lost his right eyeBut he flew a flag out in our yardUntil the day that he diedHe wanted my mother,my brother, my sister and meTo grow up and live happyIn the land of the free.Just like every time before, the crowd was singing with him, and he knew how to sell. Am nächsten Tag gingen wir wieder zum Strand und meinem Bein ging es nach der Voltaren-Behandlung schon deutlich besser. Dennoch jammerte ich etwas mehr als eigentlich angebracht gewesen wäre. Gegen 16 Uhr verließen wir den Strand und wechselten zur Strandbar für den Sun-Downer. Das war meine Chance, dachte ich und ging Getränke holen. Unauffällig schüttete ich den Inhalt des Tütchens in das Glas mit Saft und rührte mit einem Plastik-Kaffeelöffel alles um. Ohne etwas zu bemerken, trank mein.