Sure it had been on time, but bus had replaced train between Sittingbourne and Rochester. Fiona hated fucking buses. “Come on Tony, come and try the...bed too,” Fiona said, patting the space beside her. Tony lay down beside her. They couldn’t sell Polly tickets, so they had brought Tony. The only sticking point was the hotel room they had booked was for three, two really, but the three girls had decided to squeeze in together, and keep costs down. A King size. “Tony, you get showered, then you. Please tell me more about what is going on in this area." Well, to start from the beginning, King Phillip, or Metacom, to use his heathen Wampanoag name, started this war to force us God-fearing Puritans to return to England. Of course, we can't do that, for it would go against God's Holy Command to show these heathens the error of their ways. Some have converted to the true Faith, but even more have not. King Phillip started out by forcing our missionaries away from his people, and now he. If she stumbled in the process, she knew he wouldn’t even let it show. He was that way, so was Anthony. And that is the reason this has become so important to her.Standing in front of his door, she glanced down at herself. The gown was closed but her naked body underneath was clearly visible. She quietly knocked and waited. Nothing. Maybe she was too quiet but then she thought she heard something but in the distance like some low music. She knocked louder, determined to see this through. She. "You got yourself nice and hot already didn't you, honey," he chuckled huskily as he broke off the kiss. "Your little toy got you all ready to be fucked ... oh, you're never going to forget this, little lady ... I'm going to fuck you til you can't walk."The helpless woman trembled and then collapsed under the big man onto the plush, carpeted floor. His mouth on hers stifled her cries and she was paralyzed with fright. He was going to rape her. This big angry man was going to force her to commit.