Still sobbing she negotiated her way to the bathroom. Ryan gathered up the sheet and took it down to the laundry room, he started the washer then wen...t back up, got a fresh sheet and made the bed, he also sprayed the room with Fabreze and opened a window, her ass was near perfect but her shit stunk.She was in the bathroom for nearly an hour, not so much from necessity but from her shame, finally she slunk out, with head down she mumbled, "I'm sorry." Close the window and come to me Ursula."He. “Faster, my slave, I am so close,” Yvonne moaned. “Can I cum too, mistress?” Sarah pleaded. “Not yet, my slave. Now lick my asshole,” Yvonne commanded as she slid farther down in her chair. Yvonne’s hand was now squeezing her large breasts, moaning and shuddering with pleasure. Sarah continued licking her mistress’s swollen lips. Her tongue worked its way lower until it was circling Yvonne’s rosebud. The taste was different and much stronger. Sarah remembered the earlier picture of the girl. She wore her duster now to cover her guns, having been told by many passengers in the saloon cars that an armed woman would be arrested. She knew she made an odd sight, but she was ready for anything. Boston was her first target. A wire to Finn’s cousin Robert Finnegan had told her Benito Vercelli had entered the country through Boston Harbor, and it washer guess that’s how he’d leave. Boston was magnificent. There seemed to be as many people in the crowded, dirty city as there were in all of. .."He boldly lifted his hand and twined a few strands of Alyssa's long black curly hair between his fingers. "So nice..." he said. "How old are you? Nineteen? Twenty?" She immediately swatted his hand away and looked at him with those come-to-bed eyes. "Stop it." The thug raised his hands defensively and said: "Okay, okay, darling, but you're the one that's come through our neighborhood all dolled-up and sexy like that. Oh look at me," he aped, "I'm just a college party girl and I like to tease.