If he was going to learn to be a scout for the wagon train, I wanted him to know everything about the job.We ate lunch and went hunting. Joe had been ...unting in his former life, but he had been using a Mississippi Rifle, a muzzle loader, at the time, so he was new to the way I hunted with the Remington buffalo gun. The kick from that rifle was way too much for Joe to handle, so he was along strictly for backup with the Winchester. Joe had fired his father's Winchester on occasion, but never. The pizza was there. Thank god, he told himself. They sat and ate and talked, a little, but he wished it was closet to eight in the evening. It was only six. He had two hours to kill but then she said something interesting. “You know something. Did you know Angela’s going out of town next week?” That surprised him. “Really, like for how many days?” he replied. “I don’t know but I thought she told me like two days” she said answering him. His brain was working overtime all of a sudden. Boobs,. Just as I started coming the first cock pushed in my pussy started to fuck me hard with big hard strokes and I started an orgasm like I’ve never had from my toes to every hair on my head was on fire. He fucked me for a minute or so then he was replaced and again he was replaced in turn (they tag teaming me for ages) and I was just having one orgasm after another and screaming in the gag.It stopped for a couple of seconds then I could feel several pairs of hands on my ass pulling it apart the. You will not use Sir again, is that clear?” “Yes … Master,” she said, almost making the obvious mistake. “Good. Now we both know why you have come here don't we?” He spoke, still circling her slowly, yet not looking at her. “Yes, we do, Master,” she said, knowingly. “You are here because you are a dirty slut and you desire to be used as a dirty slut. Your husband, though loyal, fails to tend to your need, does he not? You have tried to be open with him, tried to make clear your whorish needs.