Then, when I finally decided to go, it was too late, and that gangcaught me and did...those things to me," She began to cry."Oh honey! Please don't cr...y! What happened wasn't your fault. It was thefault of some wannabee tough guys who haven't enough courage among themto anything alone. It always takes 5 or 6 or more before they get anyguts, and then it's just dumb guts. Pack mentality. THEY'RE the ones atfault, not you, sweetheart! Trust me, sweetie. I will find a way to makethem pay for what. Groves frowned at her. "Now don't be like that Debbie."She stood up and walked over to him. "So how would you like me to be?" I'd like you to be a good girl and lift your skirt up for me." He whispered."And if I don't?" I'm bigger and stronger than you." He muttered. "I could force you, and I would probably hurt you." So what you are saying is that I have NO CHOICE." She whispered in a frightened little girl's voice."No Debbie you don't"Debbie lifted her skirt and Mr. Groves admired her pretty. They spent the rest of the day shooting at different targets with their rifles. Joe wasn’t able to use his arm well enough to shoot a rifle, so he helped school the boys as the other marshals taught them how to shoot long distance at a target. Eli even showed them how to shoot at a pine cone when Moses threw it into the air.“Eli, show ‘em how to do that with your Colt too,” Duncan said and grinned at him. Eli didn’t like showing off his gun skills, but he wanted the boys to know what a man. "So you are deciding me feelings for me are you, well I don't want to see you Prince Ali, you can just go home". The Princess stomped angrily out of the room. Two sets of eyes were glued to those rolling hips in the Turquoise pants. One with thoughts of having those cheeks spread wide before him as he buried his cock in her tight little ass hole and the other wishing he could caress and love those wonderful hills of pleasure.Jasmine stalked angrily into her chambers, why did everyone want to.