”“Mr. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t even know your name. Unless you’re willing to die in that saddle your sitting in, you better rid... on up to the ranch and tell Mr. Fortenberry that his new men are here. I’m not gonna tell you again and we don’t aim to argue the matter any more, you hear me plain?” Tom said as he turned his horse so he faced the man and the other rider behind him. Cal turned his horse to face the man on the other side.“Well I reckon there ain’t no reason for us to pull. As my boots sink into the soft loam of the forest floor, a weird thought strikes me and I am suddenly overcome with a desire to strip off all my clothes and run naked through the forest, the soft soil embracing my bare feet.I pause and enjoy the reverie: imagine tugging gently on the ties at the back of my dress, slipping the fabric over my shoulders, my arms from the sleeves. It would fall to the ground under it's own weight. I imagine easing my feet from the snug embrace of my leather. "Darryl" she screamed, "you're hurt! Is it bad?" I haven't had a chance to examine it," said Cheryl, but I think it went through the fleshy part of the thigh. Unfortunately, it means our entire male contingent is on the injured list. It's up to us gals now."Azalea reached under her skirt and produced a nasty looking little dagger. Cheryl had no doubt that it had served as the instrument of retribution against her would be rapist. Now it found a more peaceful use as she used it to slit open. She was topless, with only the black thong and knee-high socks and heels on. Sitting back she then spread her legs as wide as she could and flipped her hair back. My mind started to go in a slow motion haze. I just saw a male figure remove the rest of his clothes, approach her with one hand on his cock to guide it toward her. He pulled aside the thong and pushed his cock into her, making a final comment about how wet she was. From that moment all I could see was the blur of this guy holding her.