Come along, well find some way of not killin ye. Ye dont look dangerous enough to worry me. He followed, indeed the picture of misery. Roddy stood, gl...wering at him, letting him know that while I might not kill him, Roddyd be happy to do it for me. They waited a few minutes outside my rooms as I changed into something a bit more feminine and washed a bit. When I came out, he looked a bit more miserable, because being captured by a woman was bad enough, getting captured by a pretty one was. "Don't just lie there; get to work." I'm fucked out, baby. Sorry. You're about the twelfth girl to mount my prong, and it's sore and tired. I've done the two hours you asked for."She wriggled in the saddle, getting comfortable with my more or less rigid penis well up inside her and rubbing her folded-in clit as well. The little beauty gritted her teeth. "You are one big horse," she said with a grin as she started leaning forward and bouncing. We were in the basement playroom of her big home and. Don't get me wrong, there were guys that took her innocence as a challenge. Guys would take her on dates to see how far this girl would let them go. Some got her shirt off and bra open to feast on her small delicate breasts. In fact that's what she wanted from most of her dates, to have her tits massaged and sucked on while feeling her ass so she could go home and get herself off by rubbing her clit to orgasm. The space between her legs was totally off limits for a long while and the guys. It hurt her that Clarissa never looked up at her, but she hardly thought that this was deliberate callousness on her friend's part.Megan's face still bore the marks of her rough treatment. Her nose had been smashed twice by the blows of the guard's rifle butt and there was a scar across her forehead, which she could feel whenever she touched herself there. After five days a friendly guard who had fed her had let her out for a few minutes and helped her clean herself up. As Miranda had said, her.