A crack like fire. I yelled into my gag. I jumped about, hopping on one foot then the other. For once, my nipples weren't the worst of it.It must be a... riding crop, or something similar. Crack! Again. I yelled again into the gag. My hands went back to protect my poor bottom. They were slapped down."Here, hold her down," I heard. And the guest came over and held my body still, my hands back on the table.Crack! Again. I screamed into the gag. I was looking at the guest for help. She looked at me. From the looks Jerry and Jules were giving Miriam and each other and that Miriam was returning, it appeared that they would be staying on the farm.After breakfast, Red said, "Lem, are you going to check out the place today?" That was my plan."He said, "Fine. Go look. I'll trust you and Miranda to make a decision for us. I'll stay here with Marva and Sylvie and look over the place with Jerry."Miranda and I left on horseback about twenty minutes later. As we rode into the town, Miranda asked,. . Oh!... Daddy's coming!" he wailed. Still shivering from coming, she forced her fingers from her pussy and dropped to her knees. His hand had frozen on the shaft of his cock and she could see the purple head of it swell and spread as the hot river of come flowed up the column of hot flesh. Her head dipped quickly and her small mouth opened, wide. He jerked and groaned as through the fog he felt her hot mouth close over the head of his bursting cock. His fingers tangled in her hair and. Roxanne knew her position now. She was on her hands and knees, with her face in the opening of the toilet, suspended only inches above the water. Being this close to the surface of the water, the sharp odor of fresh urine filled her nose.The letter writer had released her neck now, but Roxanne didn't move a muscle. She got the message. This was how unimportant she was, that she belonged on her hands and knees, with her face in the toilet. Roxanne could imagine what she looked like, and it only.