?Spread those legs slaveboy,? she sneered. She then got a spreaderbarand attached it between his ankles forcing his legs wide. She looked down at him....She then pushed her foot down on his manly, muscularchest. He took it pretty well. She kept pressing downward forcefully. Thenshe stood on him with both feet. She walked on his chest and stomach, but heeven though his stamina was weakened by that whipping, he endured her bootedfeet rather well. Then she stepped back with her right foot, keeping. I kept staring at the cell phone trying to get up the nerve to call her. Finally at about nine o’clock that evening I called. The phone rang several times then I got her recorder.“Hey Beth, this is Jeff. I haven’t heard from you all week, I hope you’re ok, call me when you can.”Several hours passed and nothing. Now I knew something was wrong. Beth never took this long to call back. I decided to leave one more message then leave it in her hands.“Beth, call me when you can. Take care.”I went to. Finally, I went back into the cabin and opened the strongbox. I counted $1,400 in gold bars and double-eagles. Hell, I knew that running whores was a profitable business, but this was the first proof I had that supplying them was equally profitable. On top of this, I knew where to find Lopez's hoard of gold and silver: I was never going to have to work another day in my life. Instead, I could devote all of my time to running down them despicable characters what made sex slaves out of innocent. I reached for Will and he was already hard. I reached back to touch MJ and began stroking her leg. Each touch of her even through the heavy cloth of her jeans made me tingle inside and I could not wait to stroke her bare skin. The conversation during the drive was strained, we didn’t want her to feel coerced, we had to be sure this was her idea and that she didn’t feel pressured by our constant advances. This was my best girlfriend and we also needed to be sure the friendship wasn’t going.