I stood and moved to where she sat. I bent down and kissed her. Her lips stuck to mine like a magnet as I massaged an ample breast through the fab...ric of her dress.I could feel her nipple getting hard. Taking her hand I pulled her to her feet and, kissing her again, I raised the hem of her dress and slipped my fingers under the gusset of her panties. Pushing my fingers into her slit I found a wet, warm and silkly hole that was eager for penetration.She moved away and quickly removed her. I softly asked him if he wanted to see more. Of course he said yes. I told him to stand back some. I was going to see if Jill was in a deep sleep or not. I touched Jill shoulder and called out her name softly. Of course there was no answer. I did it again and again. No answer! Those sleeping pills work really good David said softly. I reached up and took Jill by her shoulders and carefully rolled her over. No sign from Jill that she was waking up either. She was out cold.Once Jill was over, I. He could not, anyway, for they had kept him gagged for almost the entire journey. Twice a day, they stopped on some roadside to let him relieve himself. They gave him water, too, but little food. He had almost lost track of time, but with an effort, he had kept track. Twenty days had passed since they had sandbagged him. Twenty days, he had spent tied and manacled, rolling from side to side as the wagon tumbled northward.There had not been one chance to escape. There had not even been one. We ate the cheese and bread we brought, washed ourselves quickly with water Zuela brought in from the spring, and almost jumped into bed, eager for another night of sex.The sex tonight was much less clumsy, although we both came quickly the first time. Zuela held me on top of her after our first coupling, sighing contentedly. “I always worried that you would choose Bergoa because she has bigger breasts and her father could pay a bigger dowry,” she sighed.“Your breasts are plenty big for me to.