Tyr slowed his pace and pulled back a bit, rubbing pleasurably against the rings of muscle in Alarics ass as he raked over them before slamming back i... roughly and repeating the process. Alarics tears ran down his cheeks, tears that he couldnt stop. They were the tears he shed during the pain of having his ass stretched or while gagging on his partners, the tears he always loved to shed. He clenched his ass tightly around Tyrs cock and screamed in pleasure as his cock pulsed, shooting his sperm. I have to admit it was a real possibility because the post-war profiteers were eager to make a fortune on the plight of the Native Americans in addition to exploiting the reparations demanded from the southern states as some form of “justice” not envisioned by the assassinated President Lincoln. Most of the settlers moving west saw the hostiles as just another obstacle to their survival just like bad weather and the other wild predators found out in the wilderness. Most of the troopers were. And when they phoned the worrying Walter on the news, the final question was the password to unlock the PDA. And the new Cindy had no problem with that and told them it was "Cinderella" with capital C.With that answer, the PDA security feature was successfully unlocked, the owner's name and address and phone number was easily access by Walter and to no one's surprise, it was Cindy. A much cleaner and better dressed Cindy left the house that she had lived since her birth that very same day, and. She was biting her lips. A thin kerchief was around her neck and stuffed between her full breasts."Are you his wife?" I asked and she shook her head. "His daughter?" brought another shake. 'What then?" We are affianced, to be wed," she said very quietly. She did not sound overjoyed at the prospect and looked as if she had tasted something spoiled."Are you?" Indeed," Why?" Why, what do you mean?" she asked. I kept the bayonet pushed into the colonel's middle, hard enough to hurt, denting his.