I folded everything neat and tidy then, joined him minus the stockings and garter belt. He held off for about half an hour while I knelt and made love... to that beautiful hard cock. Once in bed, he carefully removed the new panties then mounted me like a crazy man. I didn’t have to fake any of the noise; his magnificent cock, my sore bottom and matching sore cunt did all of it…I was very loud! There was no love involved; it was pure a****l lust as he tried to fuck the bottom out of me! And, he. The reality of being somehow assaulted by some strange man or a group of strange men... having her sex assaulted, not tenderly appreciated weighed with panic upon her mind. She had been diligent in trying to avoid it all together. Cynthia had never re-visited the site, though she had not deleted it either, as though somehow denying it would in time proved prophetic to her safety. Time passed quietly. An uneasy piece set in about her routine. Cynthia gave less and less thought to what she. She looked carefully at the image. He was short, wiry, and had a cunning look on his face. He was neither handsome, nor ugly. She noticed he had a dark tattoo of a spider on his right forearm — a black widow."Remember him well — especially the spider on his arm. That if nothing else will guarantee you have found the correct man. Bring him here. I care not how. Then keep him here until I come for him. You shall receive the freedom to go into the city, but only with permission granted beforehand.. It is what I like so much about Freeland." Then you should return when this is over," Jorgarn suggested."But you will have to remain in Emertland," Pernice said."So long as Bralan is alive I will," Jorgarn said with a small nod. "So I hope that I am there for a long time."Pernice sighed."You know, I was up on the hill that day," he said. "I was on the flank and we pushed them out pretty quickly. I saw Bralan spur her horse forward and I couldn't imagine why. Then I saw you on foot battling that.