Frightened blue eyes over high cheekbones, and a sensuous, trembling mouth, made her very attractive, but what good was that if she couldn’t settle ...own for more than an hour at a time? ‘Nope,’ Ellen replied. ‘Not even a huntin rifle?’ ‘Nada,’ she replied taking a big sip of whatever it was she was drinking, she couldn’t remember that either. ‘God damn it Ellen, don’t you see what danger we’re in. How can anyone live all alone in the middle of the wilderness and not have a gun? Are you crazy!?’. She paused the video and told me that the carpenter who had worked on the door had jokingly said that it looked like I was having a gloryhole made. She had asked him what he knew about them and he said he had seen videos and had thought about going to see what one was really like but he never had the nerve. She told me they chatted for a while, and then she had surprised herself by asking him to make sure the hole was the right height and diameter by trying it. He of course did not refuse so. ..." she protested, squirming as he used his own legs to force hers apart. "Just because I invited you over to talk does not mean I... Oh, FUCK!" He pushed his cockhead against her bald cunt and thrust hard, momentarily silencing her protests. Immediately, he started to use deep, fast strokes into her surprisingly wet slit, his built up frustrations and hormones combining to make him pound into her, grunting. She bucked and twisted her hips in a futile effort to get him off of her. "Bastard!. ’ When there was no answer, he swung down from his saddle and strode to the side of the ditch, not caring about what the mud and muck were doing to his impeccably shined riding boots. ‘Hello? Is anyone in there?’ He tossed his reins to Micah and tried once more. ‘Do you need help?’ * * * * Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of a man’s voice. ‘Help, help me, please.’ Her voice was weak and she licked her pale lips, hoping to gain enough moisture to clear her throat. Then she tried again..