I figured that my head would be a smaller target without the hat and harder to see behind the brush.There were three of them! I felt like an army was ...chasing me. I lined my sights up on the nearest one and carefully squeezed the trigger. I hit him because I heard him scream in pain, but I didn't know if I killed him. At the moment I didn't care, I just wanted him out of the fight.Thank God and the British for smokeless powder! The other two looked around in surprise, but ducked down before I. Fast.The dress, hugging my slim hips and artificial breasts, looked gorgeous. My small hands encased in the satin black gloves looked amazingly feminine, but not nearly as girlish as my face. My blue eyes were accentuated by Kristin's masterful make-up work. My cheeks looked delicate and lovely thank to her foundation and blush, and my lips looked incredibly kissable in the bright red lipstick. I don't know how Kristin did it with that hair, but the extension, which matched my natural dark. It was as if you heard my prayer: your hands then pulled my arse to your clothed covered crotch making me hiss at the friction on my tender arse cheeks. I felt your hand undo your jeans and take your rock hard cock out. You slammed it into my now soaking wet pussy, even though I was being violated I loved every moment of it. Your dick stretched me out further than I had ever been, the pain and pleasure was beautiful. Your free hand scratched my back, and then moved to pinch my very sensitive. ‘I don’t think he needs to be there, you wouldn’t be able to leave the castle, so I’m not very concerned, besides my report for the day was that you behaved and were nice to everyone.’ ‘Yes, I am nice, I don’t go around hitting people and forcing them into things.’ I clap my hand over my mouth as I realize what I’ve said. We reach the top of the stairs, enter our room, and he shuts the door. ‘Are you implying that I am not nice? I think you need to learn a thing or two about how some things.