I instantly slid a finger inside her pussy, which was just a little wet. I started to wiggle it around inside her and she leaned her head back in plea...ure. I stuck another finger in and wiggled them both wildly. I felt her squeeze her pussy and I knew that she was enjoying every second of it. I stuck a third finger inside her and started to fuck her slowly with them. Her pussy might not have been too wet to start out with but it was rapidly getting there. With each thrust of my fingers it got. OK, maybe a little flirty, but only a little. Surely there were no ulterior motives to her actions.Jack slowly moved over and slid down behind her, keeping his head resting on his hand so he could see over her hair. He purposely kept space between their bodies, choosing instead to lean back a bit against the couch. But as soon as he was in position with the blanket over him, she scooted back against him.'Dammit, ' he thought, as he tried to hide his growing erection. They spooned while they. He grabbed her hair and dragged her into the play room and proceeded to lock her in the stocks. Here she was bent over at the waist, her head and hands locked in so tight they couldn’t move and her ass and pussy were presented to him. He licked his lips as he saw her glistening breed hole. “You’re wet already? You’re such a nasty slut” he said as he walked over to the whip rack. He decided a riding crop would be best for today.“Yes Master, I’m your dirty slut. Please fuck me. You haven’t. They were nicest, kindest pair you could wish to meet, unless of course it was on the battlefield. They were inseparable. They died together as well. We had been cut off and were trying to break out. Charlie had been wounded and Mark would not leave him. After the battle we found them. They had died in each others arms, one protecting the other. We buried them the same way. The priest said it was an abomination. We told him if they did not bury them as we had told him then we would bury him.