The glare I received during this sent a chill through my body and sweat along my brows.“Fuck me motherfucker. Yessss, fuck me; make me cum again all...over this big fucking dick.”I kept pumping while standing with her and drowned out all outside distractions and sensations. Only we existed in that very moment; in our own vacuum of space and time. Our eyes were locked in a game of who would dare to look away first. The slapping together of our bodies got louder and wetter as her face contorted in. ”“When I charged down on them, my horse knocked one of the men down. When we stopped, he reared up and his front feet came down on the man behind the one knocked down. I was busy using my whip, and didn’t really have time to watch.”“Yes, the shoulder is broken. He won’t be going anywhere for a while. The Count has a guard on him,” Justen said.It was shortly past noon when the sheriff arrived. He had some good news. He had three of the five men in custody. One other was dead. That was the one my. But Jerome was a good deal bigger. He had maybe two inches on my husband, maybe even more, and he was thicker, and, believe me, my husband has himself a very impressively thick one too! "Oh my God!" I gasped, wrapping my fingers around the girth of the massive, erect black shaft, "Fuck, Scott! You ain't going to believe this!" I took my sweet time massaging that steely black shaft of our masseur's. Jerome may've been gay but he sure didn't act like he minded having his dick in my hand, not at. Almost all the guys came through...shit what college dude would refuse a free fuck with a hot chick.I insisted that she was racially fair in her choices too...she had to get fucked by guys of all races. Sally was real pretty. She cried alot that she didn't want to be a cock slut. That she loved Todd, but I had to break her of that because Todd was mine. So I felt it best that she become addicted to lots of other dick...to get her mind off of her husband. At first I had to beat him up pretty.