He heard the sound at the same time his horse stopped dead in his tracks and pointed his ears to the front. There was a long low whine that turned int... a wail like none he had ever heard. Whatever it was, was getting closer, the sound was coming clearer now and getting louder. Tom’s horse was reluctant to go on but he nudged him and they continued south. Soon he saw some buildings and a few houses along the trail, then there were more and more houses. He heard the awful sound again and his. “I like it too,” he said, sliding his hand over breast, the flat of his hand teased over her nipple. “Please touch me,” she said, directing his hand to her crotch. He was leaning over her, one arm partially supporting himself. He felt very warm. He slipped his hand inside her panties and started to rub her clit. She felt the wonderful sensation of tingly pressure start to build. She pulled his shorts off so she could feel his hard on against her. As he rubbed he put more weight on her. “This. We're still a long ways from your home, and I could dump you out here in the middle of nowhere if I felt like it. Think how tough it would be to catch another ride out here."He was right. I stayed still and thought about what he'd said. Meanwhile, he loosened his grip slightly, and I could feel my cock responding to his touch, growing harder and twitching occasionally."See that, k**?," he said. "Your cock can think better than your brain can. So I'm ready for your answer. Will you do as I say. She had grown unusually attached to the beautiful Bucky in her teenaged glory and had hoped to extract her from the arms of the transgendered security guard assigned to her protective duty.Sister Angela had been astonished to discover that the soft and yielding “She” had previously been a “Frank” and not a “Francis” as she had been led to expect by the security experts assigned to the post-incident security detail.In a way, she had considered the entire comedy of errors to be ample proof that.