" He reached for the handle of the carriage door, and I kicked his feet from under him so he fell on his face. The road, unfortunately for his fancy u...iform, was deep and muddy. His partner swung at me with his thin blade and I ducked. He thrust and advanced, in good form I had to admit; I retreated a step seeing a pale face at the door's window. When his next wild swing struck sparks for the iron wheel, I stepped up and disarmed him, twisted his numbed wrist up in the middle of his back,. Then, suspended by his hands, just hanging there, limp, as the fucking started again.I don’t know how long this went on for. I just remember coming to, bathed in sweat, lying across him. I reached down to his cock, still semi-stiff. The next thing I know, I was sliding down his body and licking his length. He was still glistening with my wetness. He was fingering me while I stiffened him. Then, my turn to have control.I sat astride him and eased myself down his pole. “How’s this white slut. Richardson and her sister must’ve already turned in, he thought, as he didn’t see them as he walked through the house. Reaching Tom’s room, Sean thought it prudent to knock first and announce himself, not knowing if Whitney would still be dressed or if she might have changed into nightclothes, or even nothing, to surprise Tom when he came up.“Come on in, Sean,” he heard Whitney say from the other side of the door, “I’m decent.” She paused a second and then added with a laugh, “or at least. I was staying at home so my parents decided to leave Mischelle back at home to give me a company. So Mischelle and I were all alone at house for a month. So then I decided to show Mischelle our Farm House. She was going to see our farm house for the first time as nobody from our family had visited the farm house in 3 years. So I told her to pack at the night as we had to leave for the farm house early in the morning as to get there till afternoon. The next morning, I saw her real image. Before.