Talk about pleasure and pain, plus I could see the attendant watchingus from the store window. "Do you folks need any help", his voice boomed overa sp...aker. My wife got up and waved him off with a pleasant smile. She thenused her ATM card to start pumping gas into the car. As she was filling thetank a car pulled into the next series of pumps. This was too close for comfort.The guy had a clear shot at me through the car window. It seemed like foreverto fill our tank. Once done she left me out. Gun hands were cheap that shortly after the war of Yankee aggression. Like a lot of other men when I returned from the war I found the family farm sold to carpet baggers. I drifted west along with many other former soldiers. Unlike most of them I had been a sharpshooter during the war. I didn’t fire my gun into the woods hoping to hit a target. I knew exactly when I had killed a man and there were many. My first year in the west I found that being willing to kill for money was about the only. With my hands I caressed the sides of her breasts. I slid down the soldier straps and exposed her tits right in my face. I caressed her ample breasts with my hands as I opened my mouth to suck one of her nipples. This pushed my wife over the edge. She started to scream in pleasure as the waves of her orgasm came over her. I thrusted my dick deep inside her and I sucked her nipples as hard as I could. Her orgasm subsided but she kept riding. She wanted another and she wanted to make sure I. Gasping, she pulled herself onto the roof as the point of a crossbow bolt was pushed into her neck. ?That?s far enough thief!? The sight of three crossbows, wielded by the men on the roof, was enough to convince her to stay still? *** Clara and Maria were pushed through the city streets. Clara still wore the blouse and leather trews and boots, though her hands had been bound behind her back. Maria too had been bound, wearing only the pale dress and sandals that she had worn in the tavern..