Tom quickly moved Hope to his side, her face pressedagainst the mattress. He kneeled between her legs,pulling them apart and thrusting his tongue into...herasshole. “You’re not quite ready yet,” he said and hespat upon his forefinger and gently urged her tightasshole wider. As Hope began to relax, Tom inserted another finger,then another, until he could ease the head of hispulsing dick inside her. Hope moaned and lifted herbuttocks slightly until the angle of Tom’s dick. She was shocked; he had never raised a hand to her in her entire life. Now he grabbed a handful of her long red hair, and twisted painfully so she was forced to look up at him. "I don't know what to do with a whore like you" Emily began to protest, but another slap followed. Then, to her horror, he began to fumble with the belt of his pants. Emily tried to squirm away, but his grip on her hair was like iron. She tried to tell him the truth, but each time she spoke his hand would stop fumbling. I've never fit in there or much ofanywhere.I felt a sense of comfort coming from within, almost as though Isabellewas hugging me from inside. "Thank you," I told her gently, finding acomfortable spot and then I began to play. I was playing my guitar morefor me than for my familiar, but I could tell that she still appreciatedit.After playing for about fifteen minutes, I suddenly realized thatsomeone was watching me. I stopped playing and looked up to see a girlstanding a short distance away,. Instead, he had his men hurry back to the church. They simply left the Mexican dead and wounded lying where they had fallen.A watchman had been posted to open the door when Jed's men returned to the church, so there were no casualties on this leg of the venture. Jed's men had returned to the church totally unhurt; Jed estimated that they had killed or wounded 30 to 40 of the Mexicans. This number, combined with the number killed or wounded the day and night before, must total around 50 or 60.