We shan’t need the full herd, shall we?”The next morning, Richard rode over to High Matcham and came back with Ellen’s old clothes, her cloak an... her hat. Harriet Carter’d had them washed and stored away, assuming that Ellen might reclaim them one day. The entire group of adults set out for the river bank, close to the small copse of wood where Richard had redeemed himself over four years ago. The young lad who tended the sheep was waiting there already, and Ricky was out of the coach in a. “ Ohhh………ohhhh……ohhh………ohhh!” came the cries of pain from beneath me, each associated with my forward thrust as the anguished woman could no longer stand the agony as she tried futilely to push me from her. But I would not be denied at this point, giving a brutal thrust forward to bury myself fully in her. Now I lay motionless atop of this beautiful Latino, letting her get accustomed to having my cock fully embedded in her hot cunt, but more so for me to not pop off too soon and my desire to. "Yeah baby..that looks hot honey! Yeah, I like that..purty long legs..yeah.." he exclaimed patting me on the side of my leg. He then place his open palm on my leg right above my knee and slowly ran his hand up to the middle of my pantyhosed thigh and gripped on me roughly before patting me once on my silky granny pantied ass. I sat down in the corner of the couch, but he moved closer. I was nervous as hell but also very turned on too. Then he placed one arm on the back of the couch, and his. But then I realized that it wasn't. I was still frightened though." You remember that I told you that the man who came here was Peter Hotaling? And that I work with Peter at McCarthy Publishing?" Yes, Mistress." Peter looks like the man who harmed you, but he would never harm you, or myself. He's a good man who shares our affinity for bondage. Would you be able to stay calm in his presence knowing this?" I think so, Mistress. If you wish me too." I do, and I wish you to understand that not all.