“So you apparently did stimulate interest...” prompting a return to the story.
Sandra Devon
Yes, she returned. I am not sure how she knew Daddy and the farmhands were again well into the distant pastures. I suppose she had something to deliver as a ruse had someone been present. But days later, the van again navigated the quarter mile drive from the main road.
Well, such a simple deed, pushing the box under me with her foot. In once returning to my feet, the cord attached to my breast chain slackened and she with working fingers unhooked it in less than a second.
But when she took hold of my nose ring and led me to the truck, I realized my rescue was somewhat tenuous.
‘I have a belt with a clasp that will hook very nicely to this ring,’ she noted with a snicker.
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