Willow was quietly sobbing as Page stepped away for a moment to towel off her sweat."So Slave, where are we?" Ma'am, that was stroke 22 of 44 that I h...ave earned for sloppy work and lack of decorum. Please continue your patient instruction of this slave."Page had given Willow time between each stroke to recover and think of an appropriate response. She had to admit Willow was quite good at creating phrases that fit the moment."Slave, I am growing weary of this activity. Would you be willing to. She spread her long legs wide and her pussy lips with her fingers…Giovanni moved quickly between her spread thighs. He lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and he pressed his cock against Anita’s open labia. He swabbed it up and down the gushing slit; then he aimed it to the wet entrance and asked my wife if she as ready.Ana yelled at him to fuck her hard; she said she needed it…Slowly, he began to work the big knob against her wet opening... Laura heard Ana moaning as she felt her hole being. I told Raul we’d take the four mules with us and be back to get the horses in two days.We stood next to the buggy talking for a few minutes when Raul mentioned to Mr. Mendoza that their younger cousin Hector was in town, staying with Raul and his family. Mr. Mendoza looked startled and said the last time he’d seen Hector he was about my age. Raul told us that Hector was Segundo on a large Rancho a few hundred miles south; but the owner had died, and his sons were turning from ranching to. She could have been sent down, at worst, for criminal actions. Perhaps she would take Mrs Compton’s words to heart.Mind you, Prudence was not really worth it, after all; sucking up to that loner boy. That would have been a loser strategy, she concluded. Prudence can be dropped now as a loser herself. Who would want that tall, skinny, ordinary-looking girl, anyway? She had nothing going for her, did Prudence.Beth decided she was better off by herself. She could always get a man, if she wanted.