You've agreed to meet up with a couple of buddies at a Manhattan club... one of those anything-goes places, frequented by everyone from conservative W...all Street bigwigs to avant-garde Greenwich Village artists, from successful businesspeople to down-and-out crystal meth addicts who somehow managed to finagle their way in. The plan for the evening, as might be expected, is to seek out female companionship. And if all goes well, you are expecting to ditch your buddies, head back to your East Side. The experience with this new toy was painful sofar, but within seconds of its entry hope began to mount. It felt better andbetter as she pushed it in. My anus still hurt, feeling scratched, but the headwas doing delightful things to my insides. I could feel it pushing thingsaround inside me, adjusting my guts to suit its shape, my body was all toohappy to comply. The signals describing pain never subsided. Instead I wassimply too distracted to feel them anymore. I was nearly humping back. "Shit, you gotta let me out of here," she gasped, when Laura let her come up for air. "This is dangerous." I want you." I want you too, but it's wrong." What, us wanting each other?"April nodded. "That's wrong, and doing it here is wrong." We aren't doing it yet," Laura murmured, unbuttoning the top button April's sweater, a pink fluffy garment that made her black skin even more tantalizing to Laura.She kissed April's smooth throat, and then her neck. April shivered and giggled. Laura. With the men in agreement, Ben called Dove over to let her know what the plan was and it didn’t take long for her to agree to the plan as well. Idaho Bill, Dove, and another woman who was also a native, headed off on foot over the rise in order to collect the horses ridden by Ben and the women. The trio would ride those animals to fetch back the livestock and the other stuff. Once they had departed, Ben brought up another job that needed to be done. Ben mentioned looting the dead.Big Ed was in.