(2014/Hydra) 20 tracks (43:46) with 24 page booklet. Don Lanier was not only the guitar player with Buddy Knox and Jimmy Bowen´s Rhythm Orchids, he recorded some great Tex Mex Rock & Roll songs for Norman Petty and others. A long overlooked talent.
(2014/Hydra) 20 tracks (43:46) with 24 page booklet.Don Lanier was not only the guitar player with Buddy Knox and Jimmy Bowen´s Rhythm Orchids, he recordedsome great Tex Mex Rock & Roll songs for Norman Petty and others. A long overlooked t
Titel: Proud to Be a Cow - One Trick PonyFormat: Audio CDTracks: Disc 1:1. Please Don´t Talk About Me 2. Slow Poke 3. It´s A Sin To Tell A Lie 4. Great Expectations! 5. Ponytail 6. Proud To Be A Cow 7. Love Is A Lion 8. Main Street Blues 9. If Wis
A highly charged erotic story about a young woman starting down the road to sexual submission. Lisa had already been taken advantage of by her landlords. Her boyfriend was months behind in rent, and the landlords had offered her a deal to prevent them being evicted. That deal was her. She was now back to sign a contract that made her lovely 19-year-old body available to Mr. and Mrs. Marshall whenever they desired it...which would be often. Extract: ´´Okay,´´ said Lisa. ´´I´ll do it.´´ ´´Yes, you will,´´ smiled Steve. ´´And do you know what? You´re going to enjoy it too. Now stand up and take your dress off for me.´´ Without even thinking about it, Lisa stood and shrugged her way out of the dress to stand in front of her landlord.... She was every bit as perfect as Steve remembered. Her long legs and taut body showcased a delightful pair of tits: just a bit more than a handful and very firm. Her fine blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail today, which made her super cute and her innocent features just had ´´come and get me´´ written all over them. Steve stepped over, took her soft lips in his own before reaching down and ripping her panties off with one violent yank. ´´Hey,´´ she yelled. ´´They´re my best knickers. They cost me 20 quid.´´ ´´Don´t worry,´´ laughed Steve, ´´I can afford to replace them. Anyway, you won´t need to wear underwear any more when you´re around us.´´ 1. Language: English. Narrator: Veronica Fox. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/042335/bk_acx0_042335_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
DESCRIPTION: Being part of the Lady Hawke cheer squad takes talent, commitment, discipline, and a willingness to get it on with your fellow cheerleaders in the kinkiest ways imaginable. If the ladies aren't hazing the freshmen with remote control vibes, they're engaging each other with restraint, gags, spanking, and lots of lesbian sex. But there's hell to pay when the coach catches them goofing off and dominates the whole squad at once in a blistering finale. EXCERPT: The other girls followed suit, piling up their uniforms on an overturned basketball hoop as Stone instructed. Then they stood in line, naked and shivering a bit as the large vents overhead pumped out a steady stream of air conditioned cool. Nipples grew hard and exposed flesh rose in goosebumps both from the chill air and the dread of what Stone would do next. Sierra gaped in amazement as Coach Stone put the finishing touches on poor Ruby’s cocoon of hemp rope. The purpose of the whole enterprise was to increase the flexibility of the team’s flyers, to stretch muscles with an advanced ‘stress yoga’ pose that Coach Stone assured them was all the rage in online chat rooms. Thus, Lolita, Faith, Zoe, and Ruby now all dangled from the stout metal beams in L node’s ceiling in various states of distress. Ruby had been the last to suffer Coach Stone’s unconventional training methods. The girl was locked in a standing split. Ruby’s right foot twitched above her head, ankle ensnared with rope and anchored to the ceiling. The line ran up over the beam and back down around Ruby’s neck, meaning that if she relaxed her leg muscles she would choke herself in varying degrees. The raven haired girl’s arms had been trussed at right angles to her lower back. Likewise, her torso bubbled out where the rope cut cruelly into her flesh. Ruby’s small breasts were thrust up lewdly, swollen and dark and deformed parodies of their normal selves. Worst of all from Sierra’s perspective, Ruby’s cunt spread itself wide open for all to see. Everyone liked Ruby, the smart but sweet and always in control mid-western girl. Ruby rarely complained, but the rigorous position seemed to be a strain. “It hurts, Ma’am;” Ruby said, grunting as she strained to keep her leg straight. “Hard…to…breathe…Ma’am.” “No pain, no gain, my dear Ruby;” Coach Stone said, patting her on the head. “You don’t hear your fellow Lady Hawk flyers complaining do you?” “You’ve…gagged them…Ma’am;” Ruby said, face turning dark. It was true. Sierra looked past Ruby’s struggling, naked form to where Lolita hung spread eagled. The ebon skinned, lithely muscled girl’s arms had been bound in a reverse prayer position, even her individual fingers entwined with thin cord. Lolita had tiny breasts—Eden mocked her for it constantly—but that hadn’t stopped Coach Stone from wrapping them up in hemp and swelling them up to b cups. Lolita had to keep her back in a painful arch, because a line from her ponytail’s base ran to a sadistically rigged crotch rope. If she let off the pressure in her back, the crotch rope cut into her naked twat deeper. The girl couldn’t complain, thanks to the panties duct taped inside of her mouth. When the girls had stripped of their uniforms, Coach Stone had instructed all of the girls to pile their underwear in front of her leather boots—the coach never wore anything other than heels, as far as Sierra could tell. Then each girl was instructed to select a pair of panties...