Emma took the cuffs and maneuvered one of Brent’s hands through a gap in the posts on the headboard. She slapped the cuff on the wrist and then push...d Brent’s other hand through the headboard to do the same. She made sure to keep the cuffs loose enough that they wouldn’t bother him; she didn’t really think he would try to make a getaway.After the final click of the cuff, Brent instinctively pulled on them to see if they were secure; it didn’t occur to him to wonder what he would have done if. She asked how she would know when it was time to rise and Claude explained when she heard the rooster crow it was time to get up.With this the three family members ascended to their second floor bedrooms, leaving Emma to extinguish the downstairs lanterns. She moved into her little bedroom and began removing her clothes as she took her one nightgown out of the chest of drawers. Just before she slipped the nightgown over her head, she looked at her naked body in the small mirror on the wall. . At the Golden Nugget, they found most of the population congregated for a Christmas service. The preacher whose ordination was at best questionable delivered an inspiring sermon nonetheless. For the closing, Mr. Golding asked Rose to sing for the assembled crowd. She complied readily, as she had promised.The men and women listened in rapt attention when Rose sang for them. This afternoon, she focussed on ballads and spiritual songs, and many of the men had tears in their eyes, listening to her.. I rubbed her insides once, twice, and she let out a huge cry. Her vagina was tensing around my fingers. The wet pores were throbbing the more I rubbed. She moaned viciously and lean over, gripping my shoulder. Her body spasmed, desperate to cum. She was completely lost in riding me. I let her use me, ramming herself onto my hand with all of her strength. ‘If I’m a whore, shouldn’t you be fucking me?’ I asked, challenging her. A serious look returned to her lips and I could feel her tense. There.