'Her parents looked at him appalled.'First, of course, she will need to be processed... ' His men were just as confused as her parents. 'Just like the...sunflower and the barley she will need to be... processed-I like that word.' He looked over Louise with a greedy, rapacious, lusting grin.He pushed the girl into the arms of one of his men.'Take her upstairs and prepare her for processing.' Suddenly the confused thugs face lit up.'No!!!' Victoria screamed, broke free from Bob, and hurled herself. He..."You aren't going to like hearing this. He took my picture. He made me turn around in a circle while he took my picture. Then, when I was facing him again, he asked me to lift my skirt up to my waist and turn around again. I did."He never once threatened me. He didn't even order me to do it. Not really. It was more like he asked me to do it and then cajoled me until I went along."I'll admit that when he first jumped out into the path in front of me I thought I was going to be raped or. "No, Husband, but our muscles are not used to this much activity. We may be sore tomorrow," she said.I grumbled, "Maybe we need to get you used to this much activity." That is a wonderful idea," Star said. "I love it when we make love."We hugged and kissed and went to sleep.The next day, we left for the Smith's trading post. We each had a pack horse. We were carrying our "old west" weapons. We had a UMP packed up on the horse with an extra magazine. With the stock folded and inside a saddle bag. ." Adam, you've eaten sperm from I don't know how many men out of my cunt and you say you love it. I think it's time you take it from the source. And, from the size of that hard-on, you must have thought of it yourself. Don't try to get out of it -- the idea of turning into a cocksucker turns you on."I couldn't deny that I was hard as steel at the moment. What was bothered me was that I felt like I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Or, actually, more like the time my older sister.