He ripped her blouse, the buttons fell. He used his mouth to suck and tweak both of the snowy globes she possessed. Her breath hitched a sensual music...to his ear. He hiked her black skirt up to her waist and tore her black nylon panty. His finger traveled further south, sought her moist juncture and rubbed her clitoris. She struggled to break free from being his captive but her attempt was futile. She could only playfully bite his ear, plant butterfly kisses along his jaw before her luscious. When his eyes reached her legs, he could not help resting a hand on her shapely thighs. Cadees body was leaning in and the carved calf of her right leg was brushing against him. Cadee took the placement of Lukes hand on her thigh as her cue, she looked up at him from behind her glasses and asked, as coquettishly as possible, Can I show you something, my dear? Of course, Luke replied, watching interestedly as Cadee slid his hand further up her dress, to the inside of her thigh. She paused a. " "Maybe those lips," Amy grinned, "but I bet I know another pair that wouldn't stay closed for the world." She placed her palm over Clara's warm, moist pussy, feeling its innocent, silky folds through the thin fabric of her panties. Clara let the pretense of innocence break for a moment to let out a soft, breathy moan of pleasure as Amy gently pressed and squeezed at her pussy. "Ooh, yeah, just like that, love," she sighed, her northern English accent particularly noticeable. Amy, keeping her. “I really feel sorry for Allison,” Jimmy turned to lean up against the covered wagon. “She’s so sweet and kind, and that man is stiff as a board. The Pastor has less personality than a dead turtle. Such a shame.”I agreed whole heartedly, but knew Allison was the type who’d just put her head down and make the best of it. As a woman in these times, her life is not entirely her own and she accepted that reality. Not that men have it much better, if at all. Seems everyone out here is in servitude.