After breakfast, I wanted her to demonstrate how well she could handle both the pistol and the rifle. We had a beef and beans breakfast, and Mary apol...ogized, but said that she was running low on provisions. She said that her money had been running low since her husband was killed, but I reassured her that we would buy what she needed at the next store we came to. By the time we sold the horse and its tack, we should have enough money for necessary provisions.It turned out that Mary was quite. He started moving again faster and harder. His balls started slapping against my ass as his large cock ravaged my small tender pussy. I moaned louder. ‘Fuck Michael! Fuck me. Fuck me harder.’ ‘Ahhhh, shit!’ He moaned as his hips and my hips were matching each other’s thrusts. Our bodies were slamming against each other with such intensity I started to go over the edge. ‘Oh my God, Michael. Don’t stop. Please. I’m there! OH MY GOD!’ Pleasure tore through me like an angry storm. I couldn’t. I asked her if this was going to involve bl**d, and she said no. I asked if it was going to involve pagan ritual, and she said no. So I agreed to let her show me. The next week, she took me out to some kind of nightclub, with lots of loud techno-remix disco music, and people jumping around and smoke, and fire… Something was on fire… And then she led me through the bouncing, rubbing, writhing crowds, upstairs. I didn’t know these places even had an upstairs. I thought the only place you could. “John what’s this?” Ashley was looking at the package on the table wrapped in metallic orange wrapping paper and a delicate metallic silver ribbon and bow. John smiled. “Well it’s just a little thank you for coming out and sharing the evening with me.” Ashley looked at him as if to ask if it was really for her. “Go ahead and open it.” Ashley pulled away the wrapping paper and inside was a green Harrods box. Ashley slowly pulled up the top, reached in her hand and pulled out the cute orange.