She sobbed in my arms and I just held her. 'SHE started it. I don't say that to mitigate my actions (or lack of) it's just a statement of fact. She st...arted to move against me, and her hands put pressure on my back, pulling me closer. She then started running her hands up and down my back, still moving against me, and my body started to react ? a fact she could not have been oblivious to. After what seemed an eternity but was no more than twenty or thirty seconds, I pulled back - not without. ” I sat up, my hand now over the top of my shorts rather than inside them to try and hide the obvious bulge that I thought would have shrunk through embarrassment, but which seemed to throb even harder under my touch.“Don’t worry dear, it’s natural” she said, the words shocking me for some reason.I gave her an awkward smile as she lifted the bags that she held by her sides. “Spaghetti Bolognese OK?” she asked, seemingly brushing off the incident.I just nodded.She turned and walked back into the. I sat back on the sofa, legs apart and was rubbing my pussy through my panties while Mr Jarvis sat wanking, his eyes fixed on my semi naked body watching me working my fingers and just as I was about to offer him some assistance he gave out a big sigh as he shot a big creamy load into the air, 3 or 4 quick spurts sent his load up on to his shirt, “OMG” I said, “seems like you needed that” I continued as he regained his breath. We laughed at the mess on his shirt so he took it off and put it. The next thing I remember is being in a carriage heading towards Kansas City strapped to the bench seat with my wrists and ankles tied, my throat parched as desert sand. I caught Simon's eye looking disgusted at me."He ordered me to drink. I drank from a leather bladder, really sucked from a sort of nipple and the liquid actually tasted like milk only thinner. The dryness disappeared, but everything went hazy and I lost consciousness again."I vaguely recall our travel by train and buggy to San.