Before I set out on the expedition to the railhead and to fill the list for Hildago and the ladies, I stopped by the back shack behind Hildago’s pla...e of business and told the pretty Indian girl called “Rains Between Legs”,“Hop on the blankets, girl, and get that leather skirt up for me. This time I am going in hard and deep and you best move your pretty hips to show me your ardor.”The poor girl had absolutely no idea what ardor meant but she got the general idea and shook her heart-shaped. I just stood there. She came near me, palmed my shoulders and hair, finally her hands reached behind my head. She pulled my head towards her face with both hands, and gave me a nice kiss. She sucked my lips fully into her mouth. Unknowingly, I also hugged her. Her hands came to my buttocks, began palming there. “Honey, you’re so sweet” she said. She removed her towel; it was nice to see her in bra and panties. She removed my towel too. I watched with surprise that her red panty is getting wet. ”Our prisoner rose slowly and kept her hands out and then up. We moved out slowly to the truck on the driver’s side. We were about ten feet away and I stopped us. Stepping behind her, I told our prisoner, “I have my pistol on you. You have my promise that we don’t want to hurt anyone unless forced to do so. My wife has a shotgun on the truck so your driver needs to listen to you and not try anything.”She nodded. She called out, “Sylvia, it’s me. They have us surrounded. Get out of the truck. They were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, their legs pulled up under them, Lena's bare toes, the nails painted brown, sticking out. Her long dark hair hung slightly in front of her as she leaned forward towards her friend, then swayed around pleasantly as she looked over at him. "Do you think he's really asleep?", she asked quietly, still looking in his direction. Maybe we should go to the kitchen, just to be sure. We don't want him listening." "He's out to the world, Lena. You could.