One went to Jim and hit him as hard as he could in the side of the head to shut up his laughter. This did knock Jim unconscious, but it also broke the... Apache's hand, so Jim got some revenge from that.Abigail was lying on her side with her arms tied behind her. Her arms made such a hump that she couldn't stay on her back, even if she wanted to. Every time the Indians rolled her on her back in preparation for raping her, she rolled over to one side again. In disgust, one of the Apaches took. She feels relaxed in his company and starts to openly flirt with him, allowing him to run his hand up her legs past her stocking tops but stopping short of her panties. He is sitting on her left, as she leans over her dress gapes and her right breast comes into his view. She can see a large bulge appear in his trousers, she looks at her husband who has also noticed, he nods his approval, and she runs her hand innocently over his large bulge, tracing the outline of his cock, about 7 inches long,. Carol punches me in the shoulder, saying, “You don’t need to be a dick.”Dahlia adds, “Ya, hurry up already. You know it is a girl’s right to keep a boy waiting. It isn’t supposed to be the other way around.”I act innocent, asking, “Oh, are you all waiting on me? You should have said something.” I quickly scarf down my french toast. Before I stick the last fork full in my mouth, I tell Carol, “If you are that interested, you should bring me the nine folders that are in my safe. No peeking,. Up until then, my parents drove me everywhere. To practice, swim meets, etc. I was always too busy swimming or programming for hire to be bothered with learning to drive. Since I made good money programming, money wasn’t the issue of getting a car. Plus both of my parents had great jobs, my Dad ran his own insurance agency and my Mom was the head nurse at a hospital. It was just… well, I didn’t really see the point. I loved swimming and the solitary pursuit which was a lot like programming. Set.