.." And now you're flirting with strangers. I'm not sure I like that. Yourlittle peepee isn't much but it belongs to me and I don't like to sharemy to...s." I swear I wasn't flirting I was..." But I bet you're walking around with your tiny hard on poking the frontof your pants, making a spectacle of yourself, aren't you?" But I don't mean to, I can't help it..."She slipped her hand up under my dress and cupped my little clit throughthe ruffled panties."This is mine, you understand that right?"She. We cuddled together after we had finished and drifted off to sleep. When we had completed the new cabin I felt it was time to make a trip to see William at the trading post.Fifteen dollars was what it cost for the Sharps .50 caliber rifle on the wall behind William. It was very new and had its own tool to reload the cartridges it used. The cartridge took a cap on the end and was filled with powder then placed in the tool so the powder could be pressed down then the bullet was added and again. The scene in the mirror looked the filthiest. A stranger hard pounding in another stranger’s asshole for mutual pleasure. Previn Singh kept nailing the ‘Bitch’ over and over again to the hilt, making him cum without even touching himself, spraying all over his own chest and even a bit on the Previn’s washboard chest and belly. This made Previn to fuck the stranger with double the effort and repeatedly asking him to squeeze his completely torn, ripped ass calling him an ass slut. Soon he pulled. He was fast and on top of me quick as I planted a scratch on his neck and a fist on his face, wondering if he'd finally lost his damn mind. He caught hold of my wrist, stared at his blood on my nails and silently mouthed 'bitch' into my eyes. With one hand, he pinned both my wrists above my head and ripped my blouse open, exposing his favorite black bra with the sheer cups. He yanked it down under my tits as I jerked and screamed for him to let me go. I wrenched my wrist around and dug deep.