He was beginning to think hisweekend might turn out even better than he had anticipated."That's an interesting pendant you have," he commented. The re...dheadwore a large purple gem on a silver chain about her neck. The chain wasjust long enough that the pendant nestled in her cleavage, which waswhere his gaze kept straying. The stone was oval and about the size ofa large egg. It was set in a silver frame that looked like some kind ofstylized circuit board."It is fascinating isn't it," she said in. Phil laughed. -Tie her hands mate, I asked him. That was easier said than done and involved removing drawers from the desk to get anchor points, not helped by Emma, crying and pleading for us to let her go, threatening us with Dan... that was a joke... but now suitably restrained, we could take a rest and survey our work so far. Emma, 26, blonde hair, blue eyes - on her back, legs and arms splayed and tethered to Phil's desk, spit dripping from her face. -It's time to take some pictures. I. I smiled up at him and he pressed against me, the head of it easing into my entrance slowly. I could feel myself being stretched by his thickness and whimpered in fulfillment. He smiles down at me and then leaned forward, kissing my lips as he eased all the way in. After he was buried fully in me, he began to ease back out again. I could feel every centimeter of that beautiful piece of male meat moving within me. I could already feel myself wanting to cum. Kasey must have known this because he. Once we got a wagon, some parts of it would take even longer.We got back on the road and turned south. We hadn't gone more than a mile when we met three riders heading in the opposite direction. They pulled up as we got close and one of the guys introduced them. "Where are you headed?" he asked."Boston. You?" Haven't you heard about the big gold strike up in Maine? It's around some little town called Newry or something like that." No, I hadn't heard about the gold strike. I do know where Newry.