Mercedes had told him that he might have to go down the mountain where it didn’t rain so frequently to find deadwood that would make a good club. Th...e problem was that would add at least four days to the length of the mission.He traveled with one eye open for anything that could serve as a weapon. He came across a creek in which there were small rounded stones covering the bottom. Squatting beside the water, he searched through the stones until he found two that were about the size of his fist.. I was so white I avoided the sun because I burned so easily. Her breast was resilient to touch and warmer than my own body temperature. I did everything I knew I liked done to my own small offerings, and pretty sure I paid more attention to her breasts than any guy had ever paid to mine. Then I took a deep breath and started working my way lower. Her scent was intoxicating and swirled around the two of us. There was a spice and a sweetness to her that made me eager to taste.Her legs opened. Pulling my hands away from my pussy, he put them over my head. “Keep them there” he told me, not an ounce of flexibility in his tone. My head fell back as he knelt between my legs. His hands brushed up my stomach and chest until he roughly held my breasts. My hips arched up under him and he just laughed. “You just love it rough don’t you?” I couldn’t do anything more than nod. I could see from the wicked gleam in his eyes he had some ideas about that. Who was he? I wondered. Then he. “Stick your pretty face in the pillows, and that whore arse of yours up in the air where I can see it!” “No!” she spat at him. “Go to Hell!” He flung the cane aside and stepped forward. He caught hold of her wrist and pulled her so she tottered forward on her high heels towards the bed. He threw her down roughly and she fell to her knees, her upper body over the mattress, and he pinned her with a heavy hand at the back of her neck. She fought hard, twisting and turning trying to rise up off.