I did cut the throats of those horses that were wounded, but not yet dead. I was still pretty excited at this time, but I managed to remember to ride ...ack toward the wagon where all of this had started.By the time I got back to the wagon, the wounded man had died. The woman was very distraught, and the man was not very far behind. The wounded man had been their teenaged son. They had lost their ranch because they could not pay their taxes: all they had was paper money, and the taxes had to be. A sudden spurt of cum squirted over my hand and up my arm. I squealed and shook it off me onto the floor while the disembodied cock kept spurting, splash after splash. Then it just stood there for a few seconds, dribbling and slowly deflating before slipping out of view. A squeak and a click told us that whoever he had been, he was already elsewhere.This had all been obscenely slutty fun but the total strangers jizz on my hand was over a limit for me, a bit like suddenly sobering up from a wild. When he returned he was carrying a second uniform, much like the one hewore."I think this will suit you well, would you like to try it on for size?"he asked as he held it out."Yes I'd very much like to wear that." I stood up. He moved closer andunfastened my robe before removing it. I eased my arms out of my chemisethen let it slip down my body and settle at my feet, then stepped out ofit."Madam looks divine," he said as he helped me into a white full slip.This slip had a low neckline, flowing. Now I’d probably have only mediocre headache, but my left hand was totally useless. Before I had time to wonder if there were any bones broken, I got another extremely hard hit from the baton, and this time to my left leg which gave away under me. It hurt like a hell and I heard Caryn scream.“Please don’t hurt him, please.”I heard a laugh. Sean, of course. And I could see Justin standing next to Caryn, supporting her.“Don’t worry. I have no intention to do any permanent physical harm to your.