When my dick was erect, I made her stand facing the bathroom wall under the shower.I opened the shower and was fucking her from behind. I gently penet...rated her ass and was fucking it. While she was moaning, I loved the noise she was making. This made me hump her hard and pull her hair. She loved every rough act of sex I was doing.After few minutes of intense ass fucking I was about to cum and told her to kneel under the shower. She obeyed my words, and I came on her beautiful face and lips. I. To ensure a quiet evening he had tied his Slave and left her in the bedroom alone for the evening. It had been extreme, but not the first time he had tied her, though it was the longest he had ever left her bound.After the long hot shower, Caesar felt very refreshed and ready to continue the day. Now, after seeing his Slave still bound and remembering the enjoyment from hours earlier, he felt the heat of his loins stir. His hand moved from her smooth hip to her fleshy upper buttock. Its. All were of quality material. There were shelves with a good dozen shirts on them. The tie rack on the back of one of the doors was full. He had several pairs of shoes, all with trees in them. He was clearly a neat and tidy person and she had been right last night. He was pretty well off. She smiled greedily.After that she did her bedroom and the bathroom, emptied the laundry basket and went back downstairs. She put the clothes in the sink to soak. She was just contemplating what to tackle next. Dozens of lots.”Cayuse pointed off to the west. Different sized areas. I said, “Stores. Bars, hotels, another fucking town.”And they’d own it, Ollie and Goodwin. And Mosby would sell them the lumber.“Mr. Murdock.”“Mrs. Robinson.”“You probably don’t know Doris Kearney, but her husband is one of Masie’s regulars. Hiram Kearney.”“I know Hiram. A little.” Nice enough guy, never been a troublemaker. Got himself promoted to assistant line foreman at Hank Mosby’s Sawmill.“Masie told me and Rosie that.