Just as I was about to speak and move forward, she placed her finger to my lips and whispered, “Hush! Don’t move. I won’t hurt you.” She glanc...d down at my raging erection and smiled wickedly. She circled around and without warning, a sharp sting flared across my right butt check, the pain slowly turning to a warm ember. That slap made me groan and wince. Damn was it such a turn on. I still was in a bit of a haze as to why I felt the way I felt as I stood bound before my girl, getting my. He stuffed some moss into his knitted socks to add some small protection and began to run north. Not all was lost from his training, he could still ignore pain.Ree'al's ruse worked. After looting the campsite, the twelve men who came for Reloa followed his path down the river. The men were dark with skin like leather. Nomads and mercenaries from the eastern desert, they were burned by its sun and dry desert air. They wore grey cloth robes, and each man carried a single sword. These straight. “Curt this is just Texas; you put on the heat along with the rest of your clothes every day, each morning.” Aunt Gail said.After a few more minutes we pulled off headed for the ranch. On the edge of town she stopped and got some lunch as we were still about an hour and a half away from the ranch. On the way to the ranch we made small talk catching up with each about things since we last saw each other at the funeral. Aunt Gail let me know that the Trucking Company settled with her nicely, and. ” “Oh, shit!” Heather, as I now knew her, quickly disengaged from me, re-fastened her vest, buttoned her blouse, and pulled up her pants; our cum still dribbling down her legs. I just stood there, dumfounded. She turned to me, grabbed my dick, and said, “You better get dressed. Ex-cop or not, if my Daddy finds you here with your dick hanging out and my pussy juice dripping off, he’s liable to shoot you.” Needing no further encouragement, I pulled up my pants. Heather had just got her gunbelt.