You’re stronger and faster now and the mama of little Kita should be strong and fast to protect her. You will never betray my brother and that’s g...od too. Why are you crying?” Menja asked skeptically.If Athea hadn’t lied to her, this child was her last chance to regain her freedom. Jenaya had to answer her question and make her understand. Why was she crying? She tried to think of reasons a little girl like Menja could comprehend. Once she was a little girl herself, what was important for her. Oh well, se la vie! The further insertion of Jo’s finger broke my reverie in spades, ‘Fucking hell, that hurts,’ I shouted and jerked my bottom away from Jo. ‘Keep still,’ she said, ‘I’ve got to do this. We must know if he’s torn your rectum.’ She went back to probing my rectum with her finger and, despite the pain, I began to feel a stirring of something inside but I quickly pushed it to the background, this wasn’t the time. After a little while Jo stopped fingering and probing my bottomhole.. Cross didn't care about the money. If the farmer had been cheated, then as far as he was concerned the money belonged to his family. There was the little problem of who'd pay for the burials, though. As if that thought had produced him, a man hurried up. He was tall and lanky, with pale skin and was wearing a stovepipe hat that was easily a foot tall."Four!?" gasped the undertaker."It's a red letter day for you, Mister Remmington," said Sheriff Cross."Who are they?" That remains unclear." Who's. I grab him by the shirt collar, pulling you further into the room. "Take of your clothes." My voice is hard and full of authority. He doesn't dare argue, and he starts to undress quickly, throwing clothes left and right.I lean back and nod, watching him, my eyes hungrily looking at each body part as it is exposed. Then I reach down as his clothes come off, and rub my hardness, up and down.I undo my jeans and step out of them, kicking them out of the way. A pink phallus springs to life, pointing.