The school year had just finished and it was party season for sure."Oh, that's great, Timmy. You'll have beer?"Timmy looked at me. "Not that kind of p...rty. Not this time. This one will be a very small party, by invitation only, and please don't tell anyone else about it."I was surprised and very curious. "I guess I'm invited to this small party?" Yes you are. You and only two others - Mike and Josh." That's too small to even be called a party, I said, half jokingly."Timmy looked at me again,. There was a red wagon we had for years there and I picked up a small piece of nylon rope I had left there."Each of you is going to grab the wagon handle in one hand and pulled me around the yard." I told them as I sat down in the wagon with the long piece of rope in my hand. I watched them get in front and each grabbed the handle with their large butts sticking back at me. Quickly, I swung the rope striking Norma big ass and then Pam as both yelp and the wagon started moving with each woman. When she says that she went to a Catholic girl’s school, I trot out a few of my remarkably witty observations about the Catholic Church, Catholics and religion in general. As distasteful as many of these remarks are, Samantha laughs politely. “Hey,” I think, “this chick is cool!”Suddenly, her friend says very firmly, “I am going now, I have had enough.” Samantha tells me she is leaving, so we bid each other farewell. Just as she begins to walk off, she turns back to me and says, “Do you want to. Normally, I would call upon her once a week for my needs to be met, but now that my favorite house slave was sold off three days ago, I have been calling on her daily, always in the morning after breakfast. This morning is no different, in fact it is one of the most important for it is very bad to head to the slave market with a load built up…it can be very difficult to think with the right head when trying to drive a bargain with the slave traders. If release has not been available, it is very.