I'm a good girl and I want it. I can take it all. I want your thick load in my mouth to go along with mine. I want it, give me your load, Sir." I was ...begging like the hungry little cum slut that I was. "Can I suck his cock Daddy? Can I suck his cock and make him cum?" No, you keep your fucking mouth open and empty. Sir will give you what you want when he's good and fucking ready, and not a second sooner." Daddy said.He had stopped licking, taking his tongue away so he could bring the camera. They would take me through movements that would help me to develop my reflexes. I would do this for an hour or more, before we would move on to sparring. For the first few days, I was purely on the defensive, the exhaustion from the previous exercises dulling my reaction time. We would stop about an hour before supper, when one of the girls would have a hot bath waiting for me. The warm water was soothing for my aching muscles and I thanked them for their assistance. I tried not to be too. All were from numerous ladies.As interesting as those writings were, I dug out the final items within the metal box - old photographs. Dozens of pictures of girls, young and old, thin and fat - all smiling at the photo, dressed in what had to have been their Sunday best back then. The photos were obviously from as early as the fifties to eighties. One was even of grandma from decades before, standing in a field holding her purse in both hands before her. Only one other photo caught my eye, and. "Mr. Maguire is over at Chesterfield, taking an affidavit I think. Some sort of land dispute of course. I'm glad to see you. Isn't it a fine day?" Indeed, it is that," she said, taken aback by his exuberance and soapyness. "Here's my work. Fourteen copies, most of them short. I'll probably spend my shillings before I leave town." She smiled at him and noticed that he seemed to be looking at her oddly, rather sheepishly. "Which blacksmith is better, I mean as a farrier?" Blacksmith?" he said,.