He looks down the line. "Numbers 66 and 83" is all he says. I look down at my number. Oh hell, that's me I think. I hear Mistress' voice again “The ...rest of you can go.” the Mistress says. And just like that they're dismissed. “To the breeding room.” we're commanded. I follow the girl 66. We enter a room, with several tables / beds. They're shaped like crosses. Each having a cuff at the end of each cross. “Follow me, do what I do.” the other girl whispers to me. She gets onto a cross, spreads. Bluefield is up in the mountains a ways, and that keeps the breeze blowing through the hot summer somewhat more comfortably than in the towns down in the valley.We had a nice holiday crowd, and the owners had sprung for overnight laundry service, so my kids' home uniforms were bright-white and clean -- for a change. I think everybody put a little extra into the effort, and once again we won, 8-3.The crowd, and the ballplayers, went away happy. Tomorrow was the rarest of gems in baseball -- a. Mr. Sullivan was crying, too. I was silently begging the boss to just open the damn vault and give them what they wanted so they could leave. Then they all started dying. No one has any idea what happened. First one guy falls down holding his chest, then the other guy behind the teller cage grabs his throat and starts flopping around. The guy with the manager was the strangest of all. He just collapsed completely on the floor and couldn’t move. He lived for a bit, but he just died staring at. Seeing you guys after a long time. I already wrote stories about my relation with my mom fantasy and as well as real experience. This is my experience with my friends hot yet good mom. Let me continue.I was shocked and very happy to see her legs spread. She is hiding her pussy in a dense forest like amazon. Full of hairs. She was also shocked .I quietly came out and went to my room. I want to rape her in that second. But let her come for me. I thought.I kept my room door opened and lied on my.