By now the number of carts was dwindling.On the fifth morning they repeated their ambush on only ten carts, guarded by Uhlans with five riding in fron... and five behind. All the carts bore was water. He noticed the Uhlans horses were European stock with good bloodlines. Again, everything was disposed of and their tracks carefully hidden. The wounded, along with the horses and mules sent back to the Crater. Scouts reported that the column had halted. Later, forty Uhlans returned to the river. . It goes around pretty fast and this isn’t a big town, and everyone’s laughing at me ... All callin’ me horse-fucker ... So now, I’m thinking, ‘fuck ‘em’ – if they want to call me a horse-fucker ... If they want to tease me about it ... I’ll give them something to really talk about ... I want to fuck a real horse – by choice, and have it filmed on proper cameras, with proper sound and lights, and in focus, and shown on the tele to everyone ... And now that dozy bugger can be the one everyone. Rita whispered in my ear: “You are such a nasty white girl'' as she took my nipple in her mouth and sucked hard on it. Her fingers rubbed my clitoris, until three of them slipped into my wet cunt. I went wild with an intense quick orgasm. I screamed as she sucked my nipples and fingered my pussy…Then Rita rolled me over and pushed my ass cheeks wide apart. I felt as if she was ripping me open as her tongue danced over my rectum and her fingers took care of my swollen clit. After my second. It was tiresome, and yet, she knew that to fail in this eternal dance, or to falter even once could see her cast down. She wouldn't have that. She'd worked hard to be where she was. That was right, all the way back in High School, Jana Moris had seen the social structure emerging and decided she knew exactly where she wanted to be. Right at the top. And she'd been there too, enduring as years passed by and more faces than she cared to remember fought for, won and lost the same prize. It was all.