His hands appeared soft, as if he were not used to manual labor, but his slate gray eyes were extremely hard looking. They were not the type of eyes t...at gave a person hope for mercy.“The Master,” the emcee said flatly, “is protecting himself from the pepper oil which is all over slave diago’s skin... well, Mistress Diago’s skin... for now.”The large man was obviously Master Rodriguez, and he was obviously protecting himself from more than just the spicy oil which had splashed on Mistress. I have blamed myself ever since and now I must find my peace in the only way I know how.I decided to take my own life, but this would not be a quick or painless bullet to the head or sleeping pills. I wanted to experience the pain, horror and wonder that my lovely wife must have felt during her death. I wanted to experience as many types of torture for one body to endure over a length of time similar to the death of the woman I so loved. Her murderer enjoyed her agony, from his **** of her soul. In the meantime get some coke from the fridge Ok?” she said. “Why change? That’s my favorite mini skirt for you to wear when we’re dancing Cindy. You know that.” “I know, but I’m soaking wet Danny!” “Let me see?” She came over to the sofa, stood in front of me, and lifted her skirt in the front to show me her inner thighs with her panties already see-thru, and juices running down on them. Man I almost came when I saw that and I got a hard on right away. “Cindy, sit down.” I asked her. She did. And a rock barn built by his grandfather from the rocks collected on the upper ten acres at the top of the farm.Rick and his brother and sister, and their mother all lived with Rick's grandfather and grandmother. His mother had divorced his father a couple of years ago because his dad was a drunk. He would say he was going to quit and then he would get drunk and get in real bad arguments with Rick's mother and Rick just wanted it to stop, and finally it did when his mother left his dad and got.