"Alistair glared at the unrestrained teenager as she walked around the front of the shop and called out after her. "Leave me aloon," he told her. "Yer... just being nasty again."Abigail snorted and opened the door. "Ah'm being nice. But Ah-be nasty if ya wan't." Yar a bitch," he cried.She snorted and slammed the shop door as she left. "Can'ya believe 'im?"Lisa shrugged. "He 'ates us," she mused. "But we did mess with him."Abigail hummed. "Well until he can be nice I'll make him spunk as often as I. Ready for me to just be inside her. With one hand on the cheek of her ass and the other around the shaft of my cock I pressed the tip to her opening. I felt her body tense and then as I pushed inside her, her body relaxed. The velvet smooth, silky walls of her pussy grabbed at the length of my cock. Her breath rushed from her chest as she moaned, filled again with my hard cock. She pushed back as I pushed forward. My cock disappeared into her. Both hands held her hips now as my belly. I am off to bed for some real sleep. I have a mid-morning watch.”Andrew opened his eyes, glanced around, stood up while stretching his back and legs. He entered the tent that the guard used and lay down on his cot. He was asleep in seconds.Morning came with the slow rising of sound as people and animals began moving around. The horses that needed shoeing still were brought to the Farriers and taken care of quickly. The rest of the yard had men and women going from place to place, loading and. " What happened to them?" The sister died and that's where it gets really creepy. The locals tell of girls and women disappearing -- runaways and visitors to the area. The stories say they were lured to the house where Simon and his mother Sarah would hold them captive and rape and torture them for years. When one captive died they would lure another. Finally Simon died in a fall from a horse and his mother followed within a few months" Wow, that's quite a story." Oh, it gets better. After the.