He was slumped over his saddle horn, and I would not have been surprised to see him fall to the ground at any moment.Dammit, he was playing 'possum! S...ure, he was badly wounded, but he was not going to give up without a fight. When I got to within about 50 feet, he jerked upright and fired his pistol at me. I was not sure how I escaped—maybe he was not as good a shot as he thought he was, or maybe his wound affected his ability to shoot accurately. Whatever it was, his bullet only tore at my. The third surprise was that the boy plowing her cunt was Brian, Christy's current boyfriend and that the boy with his cock in Carly's mouth was the boy she'd broken up with the month before. The final surprise was that my cock was rock hard. I had watched porno films that hadn't turned me on as much as what I was watching.I stood there, not knowing what to do, go in there and pull those boys off my wife or pull out my cock and start beating it. In the end I didn't do anything except stand there. Two small rings pierced each one. "I too am a slave here, but I was chosen by the masters to help orientthe new slaves. I receive some special treatment, but not much. And sometimesthey single me out for some really vicious treatment." As she spoke the womanuncuffed Jessica and removed the gag. Jessica rubbed her sore wrists andmoved her jaw, trying to get the kinks out of it. "Why am I here? Who did this to me?" "You'll find out when it's time to find out. Until then, you are in. Sometimes Marsha would dream back to when she first felt her mom's nipples harden as the wetness evaporated. She remembered a similar development at her clit, too. Then, there was that first pleading request: "Oh, baby, please kiss me so I know somebody on this planet loves me."When Marsha kissed her mother, it was perfunctory, at first. But when she felt her mother's lost soul plead with her own, she knew it was right to make love to her, a daughter's lasting gift.When lips pressed hotly,.