Half a bottle later I was feeling a little better, and in the mood to kill someone so I went back to the pictures to see if I could figure out who the... man was. If you're going to set yourself up for a life sentence, it's a good idea to kill the right man! When I looked at the pages again, I saw that amongst them was another note, typed this time. All it said was, "Anything you can do, I can do better! Now I'm with a real man! Someone that will care for me and not fuck every whore he sees behind. I take my pleasure from the degradation. I get to watch them quietly. I get to clean them when commanded. I must talk and dress up like a sissy whenever James was over. It’s my role now and I’m cool with it. James has a great cock and I feel privileged to be able to service his massive cock and eat his cum from Sarah’s pussy. I especially love it when they use my man-pussy. The ultimate is when Sarah uses her strapon and James tries to choke me with his rod. I wouldn’t change this for anything. . i thinked in that moment :-P) :-P, and so she was herself preparing for to go out also because she was saying it :-P, at least from what i had understood :-P, and therefore in that moment i think of to remain from the parts of the room of my sister thinking at some her nice apparel :-P or at halfs-clothes :-P given she was telling that she was preparing herself :-P, then when she comes out from her room for go at to take something in the bathroom, i've had the luck :-P, in that moment, of to. It was almost as big as my camp axe. I thanked Grey Wolf and knew the custom of always giving a gift in return of almost equal BUT NEVER GREATER value, since that would be considered rude.Reaching behind my back, I untied the leather thong holding my Bowie sheath to the belt and pulled the knife and sheath off my belt and handed it to Grey Wolf. Everyone smiled and Grey Wolf nodded his head as he took the Bowie and shouted a loud Indian Cheer showing just how pleased he was with the exchange. I.