Luckily, I only had to wait ten minutes before I heard Sonya's car pulling into the garage.At that moment I realized that I couldn't keep giving Sonya...the silent treatment like I had on Sunday. I didn't want to drive her away from me and to him.When Sonya entered the house she looked sad. She walked slowly over to me and kissed me. When I kissed her back her face brightened a little."You do still love me don't you?" She said.I said, "Yes. Of course I do but that doesn't mean that everything is. It is my only hope of escape, so I start a desperate dash. But the Mongole is already swinging a long thin rope with a metal ring at its end over his head, and as he lets it fly it just curls around my ankles and stops me in full flight! The Mongole loads me over the back of his horse as I would be just a bag of barley, and then he spurs it on. My bottom is riding high in the air and simply from gravity the hem of my skimpy tunic has bared my bottom already to the harsh desert sun as well as. She tilts her hip up, then down, her legs try to close to get away from my fingers, but I'm not letting her. I'm pressing her swollen bud hard, let my fingertips glide over it back and forth, unrelenting, and scissor my fingers inside of her. “Look at you, naughty girl. Getting off on this so hard. More. Come on, let me have it all.” I could get off on her squirming and twitching alone, but I hold it. I want inside her. To the hilt. I tell her, and she sobs out a strangled “Fuck” and drives her. We gossiped about the counselors, pretty sure about Drew and Joyce, though as I pointed out, it probably wasn’t exactly true. A boy on either side, the sun through the branches, this was pretty great!“Your cabin set for Do it till Dawn?” asked Sean.I wasn’t prepared for that one, but managed “Mostly,” to sound knowledgeable.Then another surprise, “Ever been kissed in the ear?”“Maybe.”Sean rolled enough over me and ran his tongue up my earlobe. “Like this?”“Hey, don’t,” as it felt icky.“Or maybe.