Her long skirts were kicking up as she ran, her long black braids whipping at her back.Eli turned to see her, just in time to catch her in a flying le...p into his arms.“Eli, you’re back. We’re all so happy to have you and Duncan back home. We’ve been really helping and learning while you’ve been gone,” she talked, out of breath and wiggling as he held her tall thin body to him.“Suh, we’re happy to be back too. This is Moses Kidd, he’s a Half-Breed, Black-Indian.”“Hi Moses Kidd, you’re not much. She’d always found his voice so soothing. Half way through the song though, she felt that sting again, as the ball hit her stomach then bounced on her head, leaving a trail of sand on her body and face. Son of a bitch she thought. She got up spitting sand from her mouth, threw off her sunglasses, took the ball and kicked it back, and smiled as it hit the man she assumed was Josh straight in the chest. ‘Hope that stings, you ass’, she called. Having been an avid football fan and playing the game. It was an old place to begin with; built around 1910. When she got home from school, she could hear water running somewhere and began dashing around trying to find it. When she flipped the basement light on and headed down the stairs she saw at least a foot of water flooding the basement floor. She was smart enough to call the city shops rather that a plumber, knowing the water would have to be shut off at the meter and getting a plumber right away might be next to impossible.It was impressive. The smooth and soft hemp rope made for a surprisingly cruel tool, and I had felt my ardor rise fast as I watched his hands loop the braided rope around my slut’s breasts. He had tightened the harness until her breasts pouted out from between intertwined ropes, nipples engorged and hard. I held the wand against her clit, pulling her back against me as he had brought out the candle. She had screamed as the wax splattered across her chest, covering her bust. A moment later she had screamed again.