You will tell me what happened and let me look. If you doubt me on this, call the Patron here, he will confirm my authority.”The man paled and whisp...red something to one of the other soldiers before running off, no doubt to find the Patron. The other two stopped their investigating, instead turning their attention towards me. We were wasting time, having this contest of wills, and it could mean Liza’s life. A few minutes later, the soldier arrived with the Patron in tow.“What in the devil is. I was not doing it only because his dick was dirty. He knew he had won the battle and now he only needs to exploit my situation. After a silence of 30 seconds, Sardar was in no mood of wasting time. He spread his one long hand on my back till my ass and put his 2 large fingers in my asshole.It made me push my self a little forward that too with open mouth. At the same time with his other and he directed his dick towards me and his half head went straight in my mouth before I could react. Sardar. A dead man was lying to one side, and had died in combat from the fact that he did not looked like he had been tortured.The Indians were supremely confident, as evidenced by the fact that everybody was involved in the party, and no one was acting as a lookout. I took advantage of this by riding up to within 100 yards and jumping down from my horse. I had my Winchester and a full pouch of additional ammunition, so I was ready to eradicate the homestead of Indians.They still had not reacted as I. I'm a 5 ft 7 inches tall guy, I'm average when it comes to my physique, not a scrawny little guy or a fat short one and my intellect was not also on the extremes, which didn't help me to fit into any of the stereotypes at school; I was good at sports, but not so good to join the school's team, I was a gaming geek but not smart enough to join the nerds, and I was that awkward troublemaker who was not tough enough to become the bully or a leader of a group of delinquents. I was also that shy guy.