The road was easy.The train had just crested a hill and was descending on a long incline when about 800 yards ahead a tree fell into the road. Bob saw...it and pulled out his pocket telescope. Snapping it open he spotted a man wiping his brow standing near a freshly made stump."Ambush," he called out. "Everyone take their stations."With what room was there, three other wagons pulled up in a line beside Charlie's wagon. Brakes were set and reins were tied. Every person on the wagons was armed. Bob. But, I had a King’s writ in my doublet giving me permission to do with the exotic plants in the Potager du roi as I needed, so long as he got what he needed. A way to make his frigid, overly Catholic Queen get into their marriage bed again, so he could have an heir. So here I was hunting for the required flowers like a spice merchant hunting cinnamon. Poppy had been easily found. Cannabis flowers not much more challenging. The gardener had taken one look at the rest of my list and flat refused. . you are now mounting me, riding me, you now control the rhythm, the speed of the strokes, and you impale yourself hard upon my shaft, then again, harder this time, you continue, each time harder and more driven than the last. You are massaging my chest, kissing and biting my nipples as you furiously drive your pussy down on my cock. Your close your eyes and become enraptured with the moment, the sensations, and the coming pulsations. I feel my own moment coming; like a searing hot liquid. It was bad enough having my body change so rapidly and then having some stupid boy making fun of me as well."Shut up, shut up," I yelled, as Roger was being more than his normal nasty self."I think she lost it," he laughed to his two friend.We were in the playground one lunchtime and I felt reasonably save as there were plenty of other students about."Stop it," I said."Make me," he said coming closer, pushing me back against the school wall."Leave me alone," I meekly as I suddenly realising how.