Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly, almost slow m...tion, touching her face and her closed eyelids with her finger tips, softly stroking her thick eyebrows and freckled nose to feel the sensation of life. It was real. This was an unusual morning, unexpected, and now becoming very troublesome. “I wouldn’t have done what I did, oh wow! …Why?” Tricia repeated almost chanting “why, why” over and over. I started stroking my cock thinking about Dee in that cowboy hat. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ said Dee and her voice was a little groggy from just waking up. I glanced over with fear in my eyes. I froze with my hand gripping my cock. ‘I, ah, I, ah,’ I said and was frozen with getting caught. ‘You’re jerking off,’ said Dee. ‘I, ah, I’m sorry,’ I said and quickly placed the bed sheet over my body. Dee just looked at me and appeared pissed at first. Then a smile grew on her face. ‘That’s. ”“Oh god, just hearing you say that turns me on more. I’m so fucking wet for you right now, Shaun. I wish you’d take me, tie me up and use me while I’m helpless. It’s been a fantasy of mine for years. Being spanked or whipped. Being forced to fuck someone. But no man has been strong enough to take complete control of me, to use me as a fuck toy.”“Maybe we’ll do that then.”“Oh god. It’s a great fantasy but I could never let things go further than what we’re doing. I couldn’t do that to. My eyes closed and I fell asleep again. When I awoke again we were coming to a stop for the night. My eyes were gritty and my mouth was dry. Claire and Louise were no longer by my side but they had left a bottle of water next to the bed. I uncorked the bottle and drank. To my surprise I tasted lemon. I didn't think anyone had lemons on the wagon train. I got up and left the wagon feeling much better this time. After taking care of the needs of the body, I went to the main fire. I saw Claire and.