Each day, she was strapped into a different harness and she wondered how they came to own so many. Some, like the one on the first day, were plain. Ot...hers, like the one she wore today, were highly decorative with tooled leather and rhinestones.Each day, she was trained. For the first few days, she never left the corral. They taught her all of her paces and she learned to walk, trot, canter and gallop to their satisfaction. She learned to stop and pose. She learned to display herself for. She is my beautiful pain-girl, and he is an generous, attractive, intelligent man, so it is no hardship for me to ?help out?. Canz normally keeps the diary of these events, but on this occasion she asked me to write a description as a keepsake for her father. As English is not my native language she will check this over when I’ve finished. To start at the very beginning, which is in fact the night before?..?Cold?On the 27th she and I are about to go out to visit my brother and his wife for the. And as for the bag … well Sir, those buttons were from the jackets of our own men, your men Sir. Maybe even the ones that were hanged just the other day. And then there’s the coins … Sir.” Sherman recoiled a little. His normal sound and ruthless judgement clouded by the parties involved. The Lieutenant was right, however they got there those buttons belonged to his beloved XV Corp of the Army of the Tennessee. “We need answers Lieutenant Sampson …”“We do indeed Sir.”Chapter 9 – The Bedchamber. The dim lights leaving the perfect setting for my dessert.And I started licking, biting, and teasing her nipples for a good 10 minutes. She loved all the different mauling that resembled a lion eating out a helpless deer. Meanwhile, my hands were playing with her ass. Raising her with my arms once in a while and dropping her hard on my hardness under my jock.M: “You don’t like kissing?”F: “No, I like how you’re sucking and eating my boobs.”Slowly got fingering her wetness. And before long we.