EVER!.I put that piece of paper down on the table and I point at it for awhile. The guard comes in with another tablet papers and writingmaterials the... walks back out. I get up from the bed again walk to thetable and sit down. I Start writing my reply note. Saying, yes....Iwould like to communicate with you, but I have one demand. I need anitem of mine that seems to be missing from me. I can feel it on the edgeof my senses. It's my Axe and I describe the whole thing to her. Then Iput my palm on. The horse wasn't ready, and she wasn't a good enough jumper to realize it. All the stable help at the manor and the grooms kept complimenting her on her good form and riding skills, except the horse hadn't been listening to the constant praise.The horse had been barely manageable over the first jump so she slowed down to relax him. The horse wasn't having any of it. He was more excited than her about the hunt. Then, as slow as she was going, the horse spooked at a rabbit and took off at full. I intended to show this to Alissa. That would be enough to show her how the night went on: her ex-best friend in agony, trying to scream, and being choked while I roughed up her teenage pussy. Even to me, while I watched be video, it looked more like a torture session than a simple rape, which was exactly what I wanted. Alissa didn’t need to know that we finished the night in a considerably amicable tone. I didn’t need to push Ashley as far as I was pushing Alissa, she was smart enough, damaged. I felt a drop of sweat running down my forehand. I was doing all I could to postpone my orgasm. In between my short gasps of breath I said, “I don’t think I’m going to last much longer babe.” Sophia took my balls out of her mouth and looked up at me from her knees, “Well, you’re not allowed to just yet.” With those words she removed all contact from my cock and stood up in front of me. Not saying a word, Sophia slid both straps of her dress over her shoulders and over her arms. With my still.