. I will spread my pussy lips.. please.. don’t make me sit on his lap.. Please sir.? Riya cried. ?No Riya. No excuses. Go and sit on his lap.? Riya ...aw a smug on Lakshmi’s father when she went to him. Riya sat on his lap. Then he spread his legs wide so that Riya’s legs are also spread wide. He took hold of both her hands with his one hand and secured it behind her back and with other hand he pushed both her pussy lips apart. Then he arched his body a bit to front so that Riya’s cunt is forced. The weather was pretty warm, soz I wanted ta git rid of the body afore it got too ripe. That made me want ta find a town an' a marshal as fast as I could manage it. I tied him ta his hoss an' set out fer the next town at a brisk lope.I was right lucky this time. The town was only about 90 minutes away, an' it had a marshal. We pulled out the wanted posters ta find out just who this galoot was. He turned out ta be Howard Long an' worth $35. Well, he was certainly worth haulin' in! There was a. She was remarkably capable of cementing the memories into a bricked-in compartment in a corner of her mind and forgetting all about it for the sake of her mental health and return to her normal cheerful self.She was assigned to room 13 which she was not all that happy to discover for her up-bringing included a great deal of superstitious mumbo-jumbo about good and evil and numbers that boded badly for future events.Her cell-companion was a pregnant nun called Sister Regina.The fact that the. And, I know it was mostly psychological, felt safer with him at my side.The bar was full, two and three deep for the tail end of Happy Hour. Amelia Baxter, gamin-like, waved to me from behind the bar. She and two other girls were working steadily, but not showing any tension. It was a jolly crowd, more social than booze-needy. No one minded a bit of a wait as the staff hustled to catch up.Vanessa swanned over in tight white Capri pants. She whisked away a Reserved sign and Chip and I had a.