”“Sit,” he said crossly. “And we’ll begin.”I’d put him ‘on tilt’ already, and I wasn’t going to let up.“Ask me nicely,” I insi...ted.“Sit down, Mr. Adams.”“I don’t take orders from you,” I said sweetly. “Ask me nicely.”“Counselor, instruct your client to sit. Now!”I simply stood, with my arms crossed while Jamie and Brandon Littleton had a staring match. I knew I could only push this so far, though.“Let the record show that Mr. Littleton refused to ask me politely, and that I am sitting down by. ***A week later I sat at my desk, looking at the Stock Market futures when a note in a pink envelope was dropped onto my desk by one of my colleagues."From Hazel," he said as he walked past and then he looked at me enviously.I ripped open the letter. All that was inside was a post-it note with an address in Kent and a train ticket for Saturday. At the head of the address was a name; Silas Turnstill. I wondered if there was anything else. Sure enough, on the back of the post-it were a few lines. He gave a little groan of pleasure on finding I was wearing pants. His urgent fingers soon pushed them aside to probe my already wet cunt. First he used one finger then two and finally three to open me up. As he finger fucked me with hard deep stabs I felt him reach down to unzip himself, once he was free he grabbed my buttocks, hitched me up, pushed himself between my thighs said 'put your legs round me' as I did he rammed his cock into me. I hung onto his neck to let him take me he held me. He was remarkably accurate in his shooting, considering how dark it was. At least, he had the advantage of aiming at targets silhouetted against the night sky. He hit a few Comanches, but mostly he hit horses. This was really annoying to the Comanches, and they tried to ride him down. Unfortunately for some of them who did not realize that he was shooting from the lip of an arroyo, they charged at his muzzle flash and rode right over the edge of the arroyo to the death of them and their.