Ginger gave me a long slow fuck while riding my cock. The look of ecstasy on her face, the glistening sweat across her body, her fiery red hair a tang...ed mess, and those emerald green eyes staring into my soul. The memory still gives me chills thirty-five years later.Ginger and I slept until an angry Tommy woke us from our naked embrace, slumber.“What the fuck dude, bro code, we don’t steal each other's girls,” yelled Tommy.“Dude, don’t even go there with that bro code shit. You’ve tried to. .. mit... I'm on it."His handset cracked with static as a flash of light lit up the valley behind him. Neil turned to Leah, who's eyes were wide. "You have to get to the back of the group. Tell everyone to get ready to turn around." What about you?" I have to stay at this end. I have to make sure everyone gets back."Leah nodded, then started to carefully pass the front riders, who were staring at the storm with wide eyes and slack jaws. She had to work her way back along the stopped riders,. "That miserable little shit. You mean to tell me you're a what...a cheap whore?" I'm not that cheap", said Tommy. "And Gladys bought and paid for your services, just to keep me company?" That's right. Is there a problem?" Listen, I don't know what she put in your head but it's not what it looks like. Thanks, but no thanks." You don't have to be nervous. I promise I'll be gentle." I'm sure you can. Trust me, I'm out of your league." Now why would you say that?" Come on, look at me. Why would. These days the girls are neither innocent nor virgins but all are exquisitely beautiful. As tonight's victim is finally dragged on to the stage, a gasp arises from the audience followed by a round of applause.The girl's wrists are bound behind her back, her blonde hair cascades over her shoulders. She wears a coarse linen smock, barely long enough to cover her bottom.The plot is very simple. The Countess tells her maid to untie the victim's wrists to strip her. A thorough examination of poor.