”“Why do you want me to give you my underwear?”, she asked.“Because you want to give me your underwear”, he assured her. “You want to play..., and I am willing to accommodate you, so start by taking off your underwear and giving them to me.”How would he know if she wanted to ‘play’, and what did he mean by ‘play’ in the first place? She contemplated his statement for a minute before standing before him.“I don’t know why I am agreeing to this, but as long as you know that nothing is going to happen. The man, sitting in his chair now, looked annoyed and depressed. He rubbed his forehead and said, "Yeah, I'm done with you. You don't have to come here anymore. Good luck with the Game."To her surprise his words devastated her. This is a good thing, she told herself. You're finally free of him! Yet the girl couldn't deny anymore how eager she had been for his fat cock. One of the reasons she'd been relieved to find him alone today, she now knew, was that she'd assumed it'd meant he'd. As it turned out it was good the marshal did hold back on judging Matt. Matt seemed to have a special way with working on mechanical things. He could work on big items such as repairing wagon wheels and axles, but Matt's real talent was working with smaller things. This was proven when Matt was able to take apart and repair Don's broken watch.Matt had long slim, nimble fingers and a casual confidence in his actions and coordination. Matt was tall, about 6'2" with wide shoulders and narrow hips.. He was thinking of maybe canning her or possibly getting out one of the cat o nines and whipping her pert tits. Both options were appealing to him, but surely there was more he could do first. He started looking closer at some of the clamps that were around. He picked up a couple and looked at them. Nothing really caught his eye until he came upon one that did not pass inspection in the United States. It was a German import that when clip was attatched to either a womans clit or the head of a.