But what did you expect me to do? I'm on her turf now, and everything's reversed."It's okay," Sally reassured me several times before I finally ran do...n on my requests for forgiveness.That left me standing there, silently shifting back and forth on my feet. I'd actually found my way to exactly what I'd been looking for, and now didn't even know what I wanted to do about it. What I even could do about it.It was about this time that I realized I was still holding the Highway Map. No matter what. Taking a step closer to entering the room, you decide to try and sneak in to 'catch me in the act'.You sneak into the room and slowly, cautiously, silently make your way to where I'm seated with my back to you. You peek over the top of the chair and see me slowly rubbing my fully erect shaft. You know I had really oiled it up for the way it glistened in the dim light from the computer monitor.You watch intently as my hand slides slowly down to the base of my thickness and then slowly up to the. I worked with him grinding my hips against him. He blew his hot heavy load deep inside my pussy. He collapsed on me and I held him inside me milking every drop. I could feel his cock spasm occasionally inside me and I squeezed down on him. He pulled out and rolled off me we lay there breathless. I got up with shaky legs and went out into the kitchen getting him a drink. I walked back into the bedroom and handed him the glass. Walking around the other side of the bed I laid next to him.. The shot from behind surprised me and the ball tore through my flapping shirt, yanking me aside. I yelled and ran at the man kneeling among the fallen muskets and trying to quickly reload. He dropped his weapon and raised his hands just as I reached him and drove my bayonet through the base of his neck and out his back. He fell and rolled over twice, spraying blood and kicking his feet.I stopped, breathing hard while I wiped off and sheathed my bayonet and put my hands to reloading my musket. I.