*A few hours later, I recieved another message from Christian Knight. It contained the date and time to meet, as well as the address of a little cafe ...bout half an hour drive away from where I lived. Something inside me knew it was crazy to meet a complete stranger after one message on a website. But something inside of me thought 'what the hell' and for once I took a chance. Two days later I found myself driving to 'Jen's Cafe' with butterflys in my stomach. I had shaved and preened every inch. But this story initially does not center on me as the object of a sexual assault or of me committing an act of indecency, no this is about how my mind works during a sex act being committed on another girl.Dressed like a sex siren, in stocking and booted to mid thigh, I was looking for cock on the night in question, in fact, truth be told we all were. We drank wine and drifted into shorts, Vodka and Gin, and talked about men and cocks, all of which for my part, made me fucking horny and. He removed saree out of my shoulder and made me lay on bed he lay on me and kissing my neck. I seen another guy he had ditched his clothes. He was touching my lips slightly to get me hot I kissed him and I seen another guy and said what you are waiting for? I will fuck you after he did mini Moonu said I will fuck mini ass you can fuck her cunt.I said no don’t do that and my husband wants to fuck my ass in this week. So nobody fucked your ass mini? No,he will fuck it but I will fuck it today.. They offered to have their wives show the women how to find food on the plains while I went back to fetch the wagon. Other than that they recommended that I buy a woman from one of the tribes and have her teach them on the way. The trading post that had goods for sale to trappers and emigrants but the prices were 10 times greater than in St. Louis. I now was glad that we had brought more than twice the amount of gold that we thought we needed. I decided that I needed more weapons for our party.