As a slave, I always sleep naked. I never wear underwear except vibrating panties that he can control miles away without me having any control over it.... In the morning and before sleep I must receive 20 floggings even if we are not scheduled to play that day - this is a must. Also, my asshole needs to be stretched at least for an hour a day.That said, I received my ten goodnight floggings and we went to bed.I woke up from the pleasure I felt. Disoriented, I didn't know where I was. I didn't. And that was his first and most important mistake thatwould seal his fate. Margaret felt his hands wander below her bodice asJason fondled the stiffened but sumptuously smooth peach taffeta thatenveloped her matching taffeta petticoats, all a rustle and swishingdivinely as both of Jason's hands played feverishly with the material."My you do like my frock don't you dear?" Margaret teased. "Would youlike me to swish it around for you some more?" No, no it's fine Mrs Taylor, my mind was. We were pretty sure that they did not know exactly where we were, so we could hit them several times while they were still fumbling around trying to find us in the swamp.We had so impressed the Indians in several towns when the word got around about our rescue of Albert Smith that we had plenty of warning when the militia headed our way. The militia obviously did not know how many fighting men we had because they sent only 48 men, three sergeants, and four officers after us. Ah, they were. “Good job!” Top Benson sent approvingly, marveling at the increase in battle situational awareness. “We know what to do now!” he continued, communicating his confidence in their ability to win this battle. “This time we’ll use a more focused defense, so we don’t have to expend so much energy. I think that spike, that the Master Chief focused alone, wore him out!”The undulating sea of black gathered itself for another assault. It swelled, and began rising.“The next wing of UAVs are inbound! ETA.