......exhilarating.... thethings we can do."He laughs as my eyes go wide with shock, I realise that tonight he willtake my anal cherry and I cannot st...p him. My pussy throbs and a rippleof pleasure rolls through my body..He helps me to stand then he moves to the rack of punishment tools."Let us start by warming that pert bottom." He smiles.he selects a paddle and then positions me over a padded bench. I look upand stare at my own reflection. I can see the look of lust on my face andI can also. "I will go there while you tend to your fallen compatriots and send word back to your captain. Perhaps he would like to come and join me for a drink and a chat. What do you say man?"The man bit his lower lip in response and hesitated. That moment of hesitation was his undoing. The riff-raff that was lining the streets took it as a sign of cowardice and they started mocking the man. The mocking grew quickly and the man's face became red with embarrassment. Frustrated he did what he shouldn't. But, in spite of that, I was savoring the lingering afterglow of the orgasm I'd just had with Jack! My balls ached a little from the intensity of my earlier ejaculations, but it was what I called a 'good ache!' As I drove off, I thought about my unsuspecting wife in California, and part of me experienced a momentary sense of something like sadness, and even perhaps a little bit of guilt(?)...but that soon faded, as it had the last time I'd been to Jack's glory hole; and by the time I picked her. Each smallcommunity had its unique history. Being contiguous to the Oregon Trailmost had a strong connection with the events of the trains and emigrantsthat passed their way.A surprising number of people she met had tales to tell concerningpassing wagons. Not surprisingly, families on the wagon trainsfrequently gave up when hardships broke their will. They would peel offfrom the trains and settle in and around the closest settlements. Theirordeals were passed down from generation to.