A young Bat Masterson of law enforcement fame was one of the defenders at the post.Strangely, it was a single long distance shot by a buffalo hunter c...lled Billy Dixon that ended the siege with the Indians losing heart and returning to their camps with stories of their bravery. The shot made by young Mister Dixon was with a Sharps .50 caliber rifle at a distance of a mile and killed a Chief's son with a bullet through the head at the unusual distance. When the distance was verified at a later. Just a few hours ago she had been a virgin with little or no experience of men.Now here she was thrashed and buggered, and by an African at that.She should have been shocked.Afraid.She was not.Instead she was kneeling submissively, and waiting.Waiting for whatever he might do next.Looking forward to whatever he might do next.She could feel his hard long length of cock deep in her backside. She squeezed it with her muscles. Why had he stomped pumping it into her. She squeezed it again. “Ok, resume.” The universe was back to its noisy vibrant, entropic self. Ahhhhh! Normal. It only took a thought to undo what Lillian had done. “You did it to me again!” screamed Lillian. “Why did you do it AGAIN, Delgado? WHHHHHHYYYYYY!?” Lillian started to sob. Soul wrenching sobs that almost tugged at my heart. Almost. “God damn YOU!” she screamed. “God DAMN you!”“I don’t think He can,” I smiled. “At least not without my permission.” “Oh I HATE this part,” she protested. Then she. .. just in case.”“You’re sure?”“Yep ... you’ve done everything else right ... don’t stop now.”I can’t say I wasn’t nervous ... I was ... but he even had the taildragger weave right. Lined up ... he called the tower. His protocol was World War Two but they knew, away we went. Not too rough ... pretty good, in fact. When we were out of the pattern I called the photog up and she took pictures and a little 16mm movie of him flying.“What’s up front?” she asked.“The ride of your life.” I said, “Go on.