“Yes Helen, it was an awful mistake and I did apologise afterwards.” Helen snapped, “That was too late Laura.” I was again submissive. “So...ry Helen.” “Yes well, “Helen scoffed, “At least you know how it feels.” I felt so humiliated standing there with my nose pressed against the wall but I supposed as I was the one being punished and my chummy mummy made me face the wall at home often enough and just accepted it. Ieven thought I must use it as a punishment more often with the students. It. The Indians looked to me like Comanches. I couldn't be sure, because I hadn't seen that many of them, but I was inclined to help the wagon train if I could.The wagons had been circled, so I knew that there were no Army men with the train. Had there been, the wagons would have been in a rectangular arrangement, which was a much better alignment for defense. Yeah, I had never been in such a fight, but I remembered what Pa had said.The Comanches were up to their usual trick of staying on horseback. I did not know if anyone was watching, but stripping like this excited me. She ordered me to write ‘Sarah’s cunt’ on my shaved mound. I did. Submitting to this young woman was exciting me. I expected to be sent to the bar sans panties or bra, or some such embarrassing but manageable antic. I thought I would be compelled to flirt and expose myself in a semi-public place and perhaps dance with some businessmen before returning to my room to report back to my mistress, and masturbate to a powerful. Her body had an incredible lightness that I relished, her thin arms grasping my shoulders. My cock was erect and after I freed it; it poked through my boxers and trousers. As soon as she saw it she surprised me by the way she pounced on it with her pussy and started riding me hard. It was amazing. When her willowy body went up on my cock I could get my hands on the bottom of her soft ass and the feel of it was incomparable. I couldn’t keep my hands off it.Yoshie was twenty-seven years old but.