Martin?’ ‘I’m a widow,’ she said, ‘my husband passed away recently and I’m on my own.’ ‘Where are you going?’ ‘Fort Bowie.’ ‘A... am I,’ I said, ‘what takes you to Fort Bowie, other than the stagecoach?’ ‘I’m going to teach the children of the soldiers at the Fort. What takes you to Fort Bowie, other than the stagecoach?’ she said with a laugh. ‘I’m a reporter for the San Francisco Examiner. I’m going to report on the search for Geronimo and do research for the dime novels I write.’ ‘How very. " Mitch was sitting on the sofa, stretched out along its length. He adjusted himself under the covers and patted the cushion next to his hip.Almost shyly, Tory approached, hugging the comforter to her chest. When she sat down on the sofa, Mitch gently took the comforter from her. "Thank you," he said, stretching the additional warmth along his body. "What are your plans for tomorrow?" I have a meeting from 8 until noon. I figured I'd go grocery shopping after that. You guys are on your own for. My guts gurgled a little, a small amount of air puffed out and helped it leak; nothing loud and rude, just a little. He flopped down on his back beside me, touched me a little and tried to catch his breath. Nothing happened for maybe ten minutes then, he took my hand and placed it on his cock. He was still hard – rock hard! I felt around a little then went back to grasp his cock and stroke it a little; stroking and squeezing gently like a happy slut should. My damned cunt started to itch. She started to manipulates me in herletters. I was so naive ? I just wanted to stay in contact with her ? I reallystopped thinking. So the day came that Istarted my car to visit her. She said something about a trial period of twoweeks ? form e the chance to try my fantasys out ? agame of two weeks. I just weared a short skirt ? no pantysand a whithe blouse. That was the deal ? I wear whatshe wants ? gave her control over me fort wo weeks ? and serve her sexually anywhere andanyhow she ordered..