“Mistress, fuck me harder, I love a prick in me snatch. I’m going to explode, don’t stop now, mistress.” I needed only a few minutes until she... screamed, coming so powerfully I had a hard time keeping her on the sofa. When her eyes began to clear, I pressed her belly against the sofa and thrust the phallus back into her. She moaned and rubbed her clitoris against the sofa arm. I ordered her to continue telling me what the stableman had done to her and when she would not I smacked her sharply on. She began to waggle her hips with abandon and sureness back up in the air, the pleasurable sensations mixed with her perverse nature and something in her demanded more and more.What's happening to me, she wondered? This is the worst sin against nature and I want more of it."Clay! I want more! I want something shoved in my cunt too!" she wailed, amazingly."I don't have a vibrator here. Wait a minute, though," he said with a lewd leer appearing on his sweating countenance. Still fucking into her. "ermmmmmm..." I stammered. This cute little country girl was propositioning me in every way but coming right out and asking me to fuck her.She laughed again. This time with a sort of 'evil stage laugh' ... full of portent. She got up and began to clear the table, scraping the dishes and putting them in the sink. She suddenly turned and apologetically offered."Say, I didnt offer you anything to drink. We dont have beer or wine or anything but there's some sodas if you'd like. Or we could go into. {Jesus, I don't want him scared of me, he's always been a good kid, I've known the family for years and been good friends with most of them}."Whoa there young fella, I'm not here to interrogate you, I just want to find out how much you remember about the altercation." Unfortunately not very much, nothing at all before I saw Tiltman's boot heading for my head, what happened after that was pure instinct, I was being attacked and I defended myself. Since then I have been trying to remember who I.