That’s what you want? Or you can’t help it? Can’t help it when you get your ass fucked??His left hand still clenched mercilessly in my hair, kee...ing my neck locked at a painful angle, he moves the other to my pussy. I react instantly. ?No! Don’t—?He pinches my nipple, hard. ?Bitch, didn’t you say you were mine?? He has temporarily paused in fucking me and my attention is divided between this dialogue and my extremely sensitive, pulsing, aching, pussy in its post-multiple-orgasm state. I am. Crimson waived as the last man left the tavern, then leaned in close toPodryn. "What if I could help you? What if Sir Killick could have hisginger lady tonight?" Yes, I'd give anything!" I wouldn't say "anything" without first hearing what I have to say." Shequickly walked over and locked the front door. She then went around thetavern and pulled all of the drapes so the windows were covered. Soonafter she was behind the bar again, before stooping down and bringing abottle of red wine up from. I had enough experience to know that cumming brings things to an abrupt end with guys and I wanted to take this further. His breaths were now coming in short gasps and that bulbous head was moist from pre-cum. I suspected that he was getting as close as I was. But I kept pounding that magnificent meat eagerly awaiting the gusher that I knew it would give up. He turned on his directional light as the scale shack of the old weighing station came into view though there was nobody to alert. There. So I left the room. But as I did I also noticed that she hadn't raised her voice loud enough for Violet to hear her in the next room.From that point on I tried feeling her up every chance I got. At first she was obviously annoyed, but soon she seemed to accept it. It became almost like some sort of game. Me trying to grab her, she trying to block me. It continued like this for several months until Beulah was rushed to the hospital. She had fallen and everyone was afraid she might have broken.