She feels the sunshine on her soft, peachy buttocks a second before his hand. It is her turn to swear. As he spanks her thoroughly, expertly, he’s w...ispering in her ear. She can’t be in charge all the time.. His words soft, breath in her hair, hand hard. As her bottom begins to glow with the deep heat, he changes pace, mixing firm, strong strokes with a lighter, crisper smacks. At first she angrily tells him to stop, then asks him to, but this man is a master and soon she is begging. Her. He was ready for a tussle without looking it."Howdy, name's Festus Hagan. War you folks doin' in these neck o the woods?" he said, looking at us. He starred at us through black eyes. His face was covered with whiskers that didn't want to be there. He was dirty and there was an odor to him as well."I'm Mike Faber, this is my foreman Billy Mitchell and my son Abo let you in the gate. Oh, and this is my primary mate, Shanana" I said as I felt her presence behind me. A second later she put her hand. Walking out of the bathroom, she noticed Shane staggering towards the bathroom. "And a good Friday morning to you, sir!" She mock bowed, and then kissed the tip of his nose."Yeah yeah. Good, great, whatever." Shane passed her, halfway into the bathroom, he turned around and hugged her tight. "Just kidding baby. But, I'll hold off on a good morning kiss, I've got wicked morning breath."Kelly giggled, hugging him back. "Oh yeah, baby? I left you a little surprise in their." She walked into her. Wrists and ankles practically numb in their affixed ropes, another half hour or so passes as the storm’s intensity continue. Squinting toward the uneven wooden slates nailed across the window frame behind the shabby dark curtain, she watches the water trickling down the sill from a crack in the outside glass, a puddle collecting on the floor as the continuous sound of the downpour rattles off the metal awning around the corner of the house below the window. Cramping, aching all over,.