Seems like these two hombres had rode up kind of gentle like until one of them grabbed Jasmine and pulled her off the wagon. She hit the dirt and back...edaled away from their horses. Sandra had had that short-barreled shotgun all the while hidden by her skirt on the wagon seat. She upped with it and gave each of them one barrel, she thought, and blew them off their horses. With the shot spread from that 10 gauge shotgun she probably could have taken out half a regiment. I could see we weren't. Al pulled his fingers out and smacked her ass hard. Lisa jumped and Al pushed three fingers back into her pussy. “Yes sir!” He corrected her. “You’re going to be a good little whore for me right?” Lisa was now breathing heavily, “yes sir. I’ll be a good little whore for you.” “I’ll make sure of it.” Al whispered and then he shoved a finger up my wife’s ass. “I see the drink is beginning to work.” Al said with a smirk on his face and his fingers still inside her. “Mmmm uuhhh what do you mean?”. I’d come out of my local bar alone although there were other people milling about on the street outside. As I walked down the pavement, a woman approached me and asked if I had any spare change. She looked rough in jeans and a hoodie top compared to my dress and coat which, despite my voluptuous and curvaceous figure, did suit me well. I merely apologised and said I had nothing and continued walking.“Lying slag”, she shouted back. I turned around to look at her. “Yeah, you, you fat slag”,. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window.Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of.