None of the men with me were particularly good equestrians, and so my own limited experience made me the best rider among us. It stood to reason, sinc... they were peasants. Since when did the lowborn mount horses and ride them into battle? Each man kept getting thrown from the new horses, so for now, Shetland ponies were used in lieu of stallions as they adapted to horsemanship, a necessary art of knighthood. I, on the other hand, took to the back of my mount a lot better.Of course, Guaedret was. My heart was racing madly, though it had nothing to do with the sexuality of the situation. I continued teasing my slit, massaging the labia one second and flicking the clit the next. A little arousal snuck into my body, but the fear that filled me kept me from enjoying the feel of my fingertips brushing against my opening. Thankfully, my captor seemed to be enjoying himself.“Insert a finger.”My heart skipped a beat, but I did as told as if nothing had happened. I slid it deeper and deeper. I almost quit this joint.”“Why?” Wayne asked, alarmed.“Stupid hold-up. Here I am on Christmas Eve, keeping the coffee on for people who don’t have any family or place to be, and two guys come in, pull a gun and demand all the money. On Christmas Eve! Cops are all over the place—too late, of course—and the boss calls me in the middle of the afternoon on Christmas Day and threatens to fire me. Me! Ah, what a bastard. It’s over now. I’m still here and he can go to hell.”“Gees, Lissa. I’m sorry to. Over the next hour or so we walked around the trail that I usually take. Since this was my regular route I'd seen some of the small animals that lived in the area and I was able to point some of them out to Jordan. She was thrilled with that. After about three quarters of an hour walking, Jordan asked if we could take a little rest. I told her there was a bench about 100 yards ahead and when we reached it, I sat down expecting Jordan to sit beside me but to my surprise, she sat on my lap and.