"Soon, a red-haired young woman, barefooted and dressed in dull brownbreeches and tunic, moved with a purpose from the back of the coveredwagon to a c...ump of scrub oaks. A rope hung from her neck, and its enddisappeared into the back of the wagon. Several female heads peeked outthe back of the wagon. After some moments, a cheerful voice called. "All done, sweet ums? Time'sup!" A quick hard tug on the rope made the red-haired girl yelped. "Stop it!I'm ...I'm done ...I think..."As she walked to. Juices trickled down her thighs.I shoved my hand between her thighs, rubbing at her hot flesh. She moaned, shuddering, frozen with her jeans on around her ankles. I pushed a finger inside her silky depths as I tore open the plastic tube of the Popsicle with my teeth.“Mmm, you are so hot, Melody.”“Because I'm naked and anyone can see me,” she moaned, her hips wiggling. She fucked back onto my fingers. “You know what this does to me, don't you?”“Of course. You love it. You want me to parade you. After a minute or so of being dragged, I heard door open and I was thrown into the back of a large van. I quickly oriented myself and glanced around. No windows, and no side door. Just a large flat surface, and my only escape which was blocked by my now shirtless captor. “Strip.”I just looked at him. “You heard me! I said STRIP!” I did as I was told. I slowly took off my shirt and jeans and set them aside. His lust filled eyes roamed my body, licking his lips as he glanced at my crouch. My. Open mouthed and her tongue exploring my mouth – I had done a bit of French kissing with Dianna but she was nothing like Jan the teacher. Jan continued to feel my cunt as we kissed and I held her tit that was now poking right out of her bra.It was one of the most amazing sensations I had ever had – being felt up after being masturbated by an older woman. She would be around 26 or 28 and the more I saw of her the more I liked her.After a while she said that’s enough for now – lets not rush.