"The part about killing me got me really hot. I don't have a death fetish. I don't want to actually die; it's the fear that gets me going. I figured t...ough, I had a very good chance of actually being murdered this time.So at 9am the next day Bill tied me to metal steaks he drove into the ground. I was speared eagle on the dirt with my knees bent. Ropes on my wrists knees and ankles. Totally helpless. Bill kissed me goodbye but refused to fuck me. He said it was almost certain I'd be murdered. Tim was already happily riding around on his bike.“Look at me, mom!”“I see you”, Veronica smiled, going to get her own bike. She put the basket on it, then got up, the bicycle saddle giving just the right amount of pressure between her legs after she’d adjusted herself a bit. She’d probably get an orgasm or two on the way, especially if she could rub herself against the saddle without Tim noticing. “Come on now, mom!” Tim said, doing one last turn before he took of, going away really fast.. As they travelled that afternoon, the warm late summer rains fell harder and the road turned to mud under the wagon wheels and often the front wagons had to slow down or even stop to wait for the later following wagons to slowly catch up. The trees here along this stretch also grew even closer to the road, near enough that Rowan was sure he could easily hit the nearest thick clump of trees with a small rock. No wonder the merchants and traders were frightened!While being tired, sore and rather. Don’t jerk of to her. She is the women that gave you birth. How young and naive I had been. Even when she dressed up like described before, no one fucked her. Like she was cursed. No one took her in his bed. No one licked her beautiful, hairy cunt. No one even tried to stick his cock in her. Blow a load on her beautiful face. Cover her long dark hair with cum. Look in her beautiful blue eyes while she sucked his cock. Alls he wanted, was to get fucked. I am sure about that, because she told me..