“You, Captain Guest, are the reason I am here. It is a pleasure and a privilege to shake your hand.”He pumped Rollo’s hand for over a minute; Ro...lo looked confused, and I noticed he winced as Wilkinson’s huge hand had engulfed his.“Shall we all sit down while I tell you the reason for my being here, other than to meet Captain Guest?” Wilkinson said.He barked out an order in Arabic. A servant rushed forward with a collapsible, canvas-backed, chair and set it up. Wilkinson settled himself into. " Her eyebrows lifted in surprise and immediately he regretted being so forward. This girl was nineteen, definitely could not be anywhere near older that twenty-one, and here he was attempting to flirt with her as though he were one of the university's athletes attempting to "score". "I'm sorry, I did not mean to offend you. That was too forward." He mumbled quickly. Abby maintained a perfect pokerface, it was impossible to tell what exactly she was thinking. "It's pretty hot in here. Is there. She was really giving herself a good workover and there was no doubt she was going to have another orgasm. I was enjoying the feel of her tight ass on me as I did a slow fuck, making it last. I was coaching her now, telling her to rub fast on her clit and feel my cock in her. She said it's so good, I'm close, I'm going to cum again, you drive me crazy, no one has ever made me feel like this. I said yes, you are fucking like a crazy woman, like my cock is all you want, and I am giving it to you,. Our rifles made the task easy, but we didn't expect the rest of the war band to be so foolish.The rest of the Indians were only about 80 yards away, so we took some shots at them, wounding at least three badly enough to get their attention. The rest dropped to the ground as soon as we scored our first hit, so the other two hits were more luck than skill, but the Indians didn't know that. From his actions, the first one hit appeared to have a gut wound which would soon be fatal, but the other.