As he squeezed them, his thumbs pressed against my damp pussy lips, slipping between them. The silk gag muffled my groan, a bit in protest and mostly ...n encouragement. I writhed beneath his strong hands, pressing myself harder against him. I could not help it. His weight lifted from my body, momentarily freeing my legs.Before I could react, I felt his hands on my hips, turning me over until my back was pressed against the bed sheets. I could feel the cord bound to my wrists. Still blindfolded,. "I'll meet you at the back door."After I saw to my horse, she was waiting, now shod, belted and buttoned. I handed her my note and studied her while she read by the candle's light. She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow."You're a rebel," she said. It was not a question, but I nodded."My husband was not. Didn't hold with war at all, with killing."I told her my name and she said hers was Fran. "Francine actually," she said with a small laugh. "My mother rather favored the French. A Huguenot. “Sam,” I mouthed, arching my eyebrows.Her dark eyes met mine. I knew she wanted to wait to make love until we had our date later this evening. She wanted her first time to be special. I wanted that. She wasn't a slut or a whore. She was my girlfriend. Her eyes shone with liquid emotion. She gave me the slightest nod of her head as she pressed my dick against the virgin folds of her pussy. Against her hymen.“I love you,” she mouthed to me.She impaled her pussy down my cock. Her cherry tore like. Your body tensed up in a something's-wrong way." You can't possibly tell that just from holding me."But I knew he could. So I told him about my conversation with Sandy and my fears."It's a triumph of hope over reason. I've never been seriously hurt by someone I trust. If it happens, I won't be a virgin anymore. I'll learn to deal with it. I just won't have my innocence intact."And that was it.My body relaxed and he chuckled, his point confirmed. He would learn to deal with it. He would be.