The river men wanted eighty dollars to transport us the four hundred miles up to Saint Louis. JC told us that he thought he could negotiate us a bette... deal by bartering off some of our surplus of weapons. We finally all agreed that JC's plan was our best option and decided that we would allow him to trade one of our extra Spencer Carbines. Every one of us had great confidence in JC's bartering ability; he haggled like a Yankee fishwife.Later that morning, JC went back into town and returned. The plug slid easily into her anus and though the sensation was foreign, Yvonne didn’t find it painful. She felt the dildo slide into her pussy, and the butterfly resting against her clit. “How are you feeling my pet?” “Okay sir,” she said softly. Then Yvonne felt the butterfly vibrate slowly and she gasped and moaned. “Now how do you feel?” “Oh fuck!” she cried. The Minotaur laughed. “I’m guessing my pet likes.” “Oh yes sir!” The Minotaur pushed the plug in a bit further and Yvonne just moaned. The sharp pain she had endured at the first thrust was already a fading memory, and nothing, absolutely nothing in this world, felt as good as the sensation of him slowly sliding into her. “Are you all right?” Charlie asked. He sounded as if he was holding himself in check, as if it took all of his will to do so. Claire arched and stretched beneath him. Her movements sent him deeper, causing him to gasp with pleasure. “I’ve never been better,” she purred. She felt alive, animated. The stifling. My thoughts were that she had fucked his brains out and that he was merely thinking with his dick when he married her. I asked dad if it had been a lack of sex that had driven him to marry a woman he hardly knew. He admitted that sex with her had been exquisite, but was not the reason he married her. He said it was the lack of companionship and loneliness and she fixed those issues, plus he liked her.With that Veronica entered the room and said she was so glad that we had the opportunity to.