I felt bad for my dad, he has had a hard life. Im not going to talk about my mom. I got myself in real bad situation and feel like killing myself beca...use it makes me so sick. None of us are religious, anymore anyways. I know what kind of a person I am now but dont judge me since you may have done the same thing in my situation. We are all animals right? I dont know what this website really is, but I cant work up the nerve to tell a psychologist or anybody this. I just dont know what to do now.. Cathy took drink orders and moments later returned with his drink which she served to him while on her knees. Ken noticed that every movement Cathy made had the grace of a ballet dancer. She rose and went down on her knees again to serve Cindy and Dan.Cindy had asked for a martini. She took the frosted glass and put it in the valley between Cathy's breasts and left it there.Cathy choked off a gasp but then just smiled sweetly and said, "Mistress, I believe you'll find it well chilled." Cindy. "Good shot," I said to the slave who was hard at reloading. He nodded silently. "How'd you learn that skill?" He shook his head as if he did not understand the question.The cattle were milling, some standing in the creek, as we walked to the bodies, hauled them to the stream bank, stripped them of valuables and slid them into the water."These animals'll stay here, I think," Ben said as the girl arrived, still holding the cocked pistol, and watched the dead men float away."They must have heard. I don’t think I want to eat anyone else’s pussy but I would like to do it with you again sometime.”“Yea me too, maybe we could do it like when we have Bobby worn out and he can’t get it up.”They laughed and played and when the water began to get cold, they got out and dried each other off. When they went back to the front room, Bobby was still asleep.“Wow, I guess we wore him out. Let’s get some lunch together so he can have something to eat when he wakes up.”Sharon said, “I have something he.