You return quickly with my favorite drinking cup filled with juice and crushed ice, and you resume your position on the floor at my feet. I say "you ...know I hate crushed ice..." You say "I'm sorry" and I reply "show me". You slowly, reluctantly move to your knees facing away from me, your knees together, and you lower your head to the floor, pulling your t-shirt up to expose your ass to my will. I reach over and grab a bamboo back scratcher with a handle that resembles a wooden riding crop,. "I want you to do it now," said Holly, sounding a bit firmer.Still looking scared, Rita fingered the dress, then pulled it off. "Very nice," said Holly as Rita stood there in her underpants and bra. "Now kick off your shoes."Holly circled her again when she'd done so. Then she stood in front of her again, reaching forward to touch both her shoulders briefly. "Now Rita, my love, look me in the eye," she said.It looked like Rita struggled, but soon her eyes were locked with Holly's. "OK Rita,". El Capo walks in front of me, strikes me on the leg with his riding crop. I cannot describe how much it hurts.He grins widely and starts at me,“Well gringo you’re awake enough to listen. Understand you got a big problem, man. You’re a big time gambler, but you’re a shitty gambler, man. You go deep in debt to the wrong man up there in Texas. My man Raul lends you thousands and you treat him like dirt. You don’t pay back shit. That is no way to respect your bank, man. He gets to be some kind of. Her tongue went to work licking his dirty anus and hairy taint. It stunk just as bad as she envisioned it would. After a few minutes, she moved on to the next man’s corn hole. Each man had a slightly different pungent odor varying in degrees of stench. They all were hairy but some were very hairy. The two worst assholes were an overweight guy and an old guy that looked to be over sixty years old.The deed was long and tedious and the two hours never seemed to end. Barbara thought about what type.