Her owner.Poor little rich girls, Cindy and Linda. Daddy passed away when they were only two, not even a memory in their heads, known only by his appe...arance in the family photos, and the big portrait hanging over the fireplace mantle back home, in the family mansion. Mama had no time for them, being always away on some trip, whether for one of her many charitable causes or just on a vacation. Taking babies along would have been inconvenient. And by the time the girls were older, Mama had not. " Jan said, and kissed himdeeply and gently. His mouth was numb, so he didn't feel it at all. Shetook the keys with her tongue. She sucked on his tongue and pulled out abit. Just as she did, she grabbed it with pliers and Mel handed her alarge needle. She slowly passed the needle before Pansy's eyes,relishing the horror. Just as slowly, she put it through the tongue,well down. While the surface was numb, the procedure hurt like hell.Mel handed Jan a large barbell style stud. Jan held it. ‘ ever seen this before?’ she asked, ‘no’ I stammered ‘ i mean in magazines but not like this, its… amazing’, ‘do you want a closer look?’ she asked and moved around , she opened her legs and beneath the curls I could see two pink pussy lips, ‘can I touch it’ I asked, ‘ oh yes’ she said ‘let me show you how’ and with that she took my hand and rubbed my fingers over her clit, I crawled onto the bed to lay beside her and she moved my hand around in circles. ‘just keep doing that’ she said. The fire they saw was the remnants of the wagon burning. It appeared that the Indians had tortured the husband to death, raped the wife to death, and stolen the children for slaves, either to keep for themselves or to sell. The reason that there was so much smoke was that the wagon had been filled with bibles, and the stacked books had burned only slowly. It was obvious that the Whites had been missionaries, but there wasn't much else that they could tell about the victims.The trail was not.