I saw her face. She was smiling and said never got like this in her lifetime. She pulled me down and started playing with my cock.She tried to give me...a blowjob. It was not successful after many attempts. I made her sleep and got a condom. She said she doesn’t want a condom, will take some pills. Slowly I started rubbing my cock on her pussy. She closed her eyes and was making sounds.I tried inserting but I was unsuccessful. She started crying in pain. Again, I tried inserting but it was not. Nice to meet you. He added and then returned to browsing her image galley.There weren't many full nudes but lots of pictures of her in lingerie and some topless, and they were not selfies either so that meant someone else had taken the pictures.So what are you up to today? She asked and it was obvious she was not looking for just a casual chat about world events or the weather. Why else would she have mentioned the easily commutable distance between them in her opening message?Not much. Just. I tried very hard to stay still as he probed with the single finger in my ass, but my head was reeling from the pleasure of it. He said something about needing to check something further and that I would feel more pressure. His finger slid out for just a second, but then was replaced with two. I gasped at the feeling and he asked me if I was ok. I could only nod. I looked down and my dick was straining with a full erection. Again, he moved his fingers in slowly and poked and prodded. He moved. And she told me.“Seems the big boss went to Bridgetown to settle a dispute about the ten mile stretch from here to there. This boss wanted exclusive rights to the road and that one in Bridge was making incursions. Of course, the Bridgetown boss felt like this boss was violating his territory. As it turns out ... they both were being set up by His Honor, the mayor.”“Wait ... girl in the root cellar? How long has she been there?” I asked.“Two or three days ... or weeks, depending on who is.