"We've got a T1 link for our Internet provider connection." "That's true about our Network connection," said Ebony. "But if you put enough traffic on... it, you can slow anything down. So I started monitoring some of the activity across the board, to see if I could spot where the bandwidth was being used up. It turns out Barocca's running our throughput on the Network into the ground. I know it's going to her quarters and her PC, because we verified and cataloged all the port connections and. Mystery revealed. Dave looked over to me and said. That ball is dancing right on her G spot. Man thats one hot fucking cunt. I looked over into the bucket and there was about an inch of pussy juice in the bottom of the pail. From then on about every five miles she would have another seizure and dump more cream into the bucket. After about her eleventh or twelfth nut, there was very little cum draining out of her, yet the last orgasm had seemed just as intense as the first one. At every. Oh Lord,I gone and killed two people."Mama Selma listened closely for facts to sort them from Leonard'smelodrama. The man was a worry-wort, and she doubted the deaths of twowell-respected people were on his hands. Besides, Faye was in her carenow. There would be one death at most, and she wouldn't shed a tear ifit came to that.In the bedroom, Mama Selma untucked the bed and helped Leonard gentlylay Faye down. She could see why the farmhand was in such a panic. Thegirl was unconscious, her face. ."No..." Her disobedient tone makes him angry. He reaches out to his leather belt and takes it off. He tests the belt on the wall, making it slap hard. She knew well a hit from this belt would hurt a lot..."I won't repeat myself..." He stands with belt in hand, and she quickly tries to escape. He grabs her again and turns her around against her will. She struggles, but is unable to escape his hard grip on her, his strong arms, his large body, she's too small, too skinny, too weak to.