I saw the same marks I had seen on the on the slave girl being led by the SOB yesterday.I dismounted and checked to see if he was breathing. His breat...ing was labored and slow, but his heart sounded strong and even. If this would have been modern times I wouldn't have moved him, but here and now I had no choice. Lifting him up to Elizabeth, I told her to ride to the wagon train and put him in our wagon.I looked around and saw that there was evidence of a struggle in the area and found some. This was the first time we'd ever mentioned anybody else and my heart was thumping. It was a fantastic night for both of us that opened a whole new world. The following day we went for a meal in a quiet country pub and I told her how exciting it was to hear her be honest and open with me, I told her I had often imagined her getting fucked by the guy she'd cheated with and how I found the idea of her fantasising over Rob so horny. She admitted she'd fancied him for years but had never ever done. Weird? Challenging? Insulting? Erotic? Definitely one of the most off-the-wall things that I’ve ever heard. Obviously, there are production challenges.“I want to think about that long and hard -- damn, could I have picked more inappropriate words? Here’s a question I start asking myself. I trust you, Howard. Would it be better to create a prosthesis, or for me to allow you to have direct access, as it were? Am I ready for that? I don’t know. I may or may not ever be ready for either, but I. The paint felt like liquid silk against my skin. I had a heightened awareness of touch, and the brush was stroking all my nerve endings. As he brought the brush up to my pussy, I had a sudden fear. What if I had an orgasm from the touch of the delicate bristles against my pussy lips? That would be awful. I wonder if that ever happens, and would the spectators be able to tell what had just happened? I did my best to fight the sexual tension as that brush lightly dusted my cunt and clit. .