Wendy moves her hand toward her very wet pussy and slides her fingers inside."My turn," I tell her as I release myself on her firm ass. The feeling of... my warm cum on her butt cheeks pushes her over the edge again and her body shakes with another massive orgasm.I collapse in my side and Wendy turns and faces me and we cuddle and kiss for the longest time."Next time I'll wear a skirt. I know how much you like fucking me when I'm wearing a mini," she whispers.She glances at the clock on the. I was in a hospital when the Commander of the 4th Illinois, Col Dickey came by and said “Donica you won’t be riding until that leg heals, go home and take it easy until you can ride again, you earned it”. My leg healed up enough so I could travel. I’ll never forget that sunny day in May 1862, when I rode into the hamlet of Purdy, Missouri. The town was almost abandoned with all the men gone off to war. I rode up to a small farmhouse and a young woman was working on her small farm, in her. I nodded. “Yes. And them too it seems.” I chuckled. “How did that feel?”She looked at me a moment, obviously thinking.“It was really embarrassing, talking like that to strangers and showing myself so clearly to them… but it was a real turn-on. You are making me feel like such a slut, and I like it.”“Am I a better master than your boyfriend?” I asked. “Far better, Master.” She replied.Now she was fully dressed again, we continued our trip around the park. Again, I wanted to push her. I spied an. It wasn't until they ungagged him that I noticed just how far away from anyone else we were. He was screaming profanities and promises of violence as loud as he could, but I doubted anyone would hear, and if they did, I wondered if they would care.They tied him up with ropes fed through those small holes in the spool, and let him yell himself out. Once he realized yelling got him nowhere, he tried pleading."Please, my family has got money, I will pay you anything to not kill me..."He began to.