I have seldom seen the like. The men who brought them in said they found them huddled together in the woods, incoherent and shaking. We got their stor... from them in bits and pieces, between bouts of tears and shaking. It was an ugly story. They had been traveling on a regular stage toward a relative's home when a group of Hessians waylaid them. The men on the stage, including the driver, were killed outright, and the women tied to the carriage's wheels and repeatedly raped by all of the. She buzzed me in and I took the elevator to the seventh floor. The door to her apartment was open so I walked in and called her name."I'm in the kitchen," Olivia called back.When I entered the kitchen, the sight of her took my breadth away. She was standing at the stove, barefoot, wearing a yellow half-blouse and blue terrycloth shorts. The shorts exposed the full length of her tanned, shapely legs and seemed molded to her sexy ass. She turned to greet me, a bright smile on her lovely face. I. “Yeah!”Donna grinned as she dropped straight back down, her damp underwear back on his face. She leisurely adjusted herself until Sam was as deep into her body as possible, “Is that better?”“I can’t believe I gave up my chance of freedom.”“Neither can I… and you really shouldn’t encourage me…”“What if I asked you nicely?” Sam moaned, hugging Donna’s legs down onto him and thrusting up with his bouncing cock.“There’s no fucking way I’m moving,” Donna giggled, “You just signed your life. He was on the phone and looked up with a question. At a glance from Patricia, he finished his call and hung up as she closed the door."Is that for me?" she asked, indicating the folder in my hand. I passed it over to her without a word. Craig looked a question at me, but I ignored him. Not for me to say what was in my hand. Heck no. Just on the off chance it was not for him. Patricia walked over to the window and opened the folder and looked at the picture. A very lusty grin spread over her.