Istumbled and fell right on it. I heard her rummaging in the nightstand and before I had gotten up I saw her holding triumphantlya pair of handcuffs. ...his time I was prepared and when sheattacked me I was able to hold her off, at least for a shortmoment.We wrestled with each other, but she had certainly an advantagewith me wearing a hobbleskirt and six inch heels, the fight wasover quickly. My hands now on my back cuffed I was no match forher anymore. I knew I had lost my chance and she knew it. Then she felts hands on her. Her eyes snapped open to see four sets of eyes looking at her like she was a hot leg of mutton at the winter feast. They spoke, but she couldn’t understand their language. She thought it might be common, but their accents were so thick. A burlap bag was quickly put over her head and cinched, her hands and feet bound and Ireth was thrown over the rear of the horse. After what seemed like hours and gallons of tears that had welled from her eyes, Ireth was tossed. She had met him at the door after work instructing him to strip; blindfolded him and led him forward, remaining silent until they stopped walking.'Kneel.''Yes, Mistress.' His wrists had been fastened behind him and her hand had guided his head forward until his nose and mouth were enveloped by her wet, warm pussy, naked beneath her favourite red and black basque.'You have a minute to make me cum.'He had tried, really tried, but failed and she had lifted him by the ears, placed him face down on. The mountain man’s retinue was haphazard to say the least but they were loyal to the core. The former slaves worked willingly and shared in his profits when he sold his furs. She knew she was the new female in his bed and they put up with her because they were not sure how long she would be around the camp because things were constantly changing. Kit gave her a pony of her own.It was one of the Indian small horses.She called him Randy.It was an inside joke to her because she had nicknamed her.