After the Martin encounter and subsequent punch, did you have thoughtsof escaping (perhaps for good) the whole lifestyle that night? Did youfear for ...our life at any point that night? Did you ever imagine thesituation would get that bad? Did you take precautions to help preventthat in the future (when you work for Jack again in the next couple ofmonths)?A. No one likes to get hit. It sucks and it makes you feel worthless.But there wasn't any way I was going to quit. I wanted the decadence. I just closed my eyes as I put down my head in pleasure, biting my lower lip…When I opened my eyes, I found right there before my eyes a very hard huge black cock head pointing up directly at my wet mouth.Victor was now pumping into my hot cunt slowly. My lust was growing as I realized he could not see me. Then I leaned over and took that black cockhead into my mouth. I felt it flex in my lips and a slight thrust forward; it was so hard and thick. My husband was picking up speed now and he. I picked off four of them before they realized that they were never going to defeat me with a simple frontal charge. One brave had demonstrated that by charging at me and trying to use his lance. His horse was forced to try to jump the gully, but it did not make it. Both horse and rider died as a result of the impact against the far wall of the gully. I did take pity on the horse and shot it in the head before it had time to suffer. The Indian was left to die of natural causes—his own. Hurry. Please," she pleaded.She was breathing hard but relaxed a bit when I caressed her pussy lips with my lips and my tongue. I inhaled the sweetness of her pussy; it beckoned me to come closer. I did. I moved off the bed pulled her legs apart and crawled between them. Her moans of pleasure became louder and louder as I kissed and nibbled my way to where she wanted me to be.Her legs quivered more and more as I moved closer to my target. Her breath came in little spurts. The fragrance of her.