He pushed the Teapoy between my legs (So that my legs are not close together) and tied both my feet with plastic strings on to one end of the Teapoy�...s legs on each side and said, “Place your elbows on the Teapoy”. I had to bend down, with my legs kept straight, my Ass pointing towards the roof and my nose almost touching the Teapoy. I was made to stand in this position for at least 15 minutes, in the mean time he made a drink and sat behind me on the sofa watching my pussy and I could see the. But that’s not true, far from it. You know I care, I care very much.” Gaynor picked up her mug but said nothing. “Perhaps I should have called you but, honestly, I thought you understood that I was chewing things over.” “Bollocks,” said Gaynor abruptly. “What?” “Bollocks,” she repeated and put her mug back on the table. She sat forward in her chair, crossed arms under her bountiful bosom and looked into my face. “Remember Richard, it wasn’t so long ago that you were saying how much you wanted. He was, on the other hand wearing a very handsome shirt I’d never seen before tucked behind a heavy belt with a huge buckle. Three buttons on the shirt were undone to show his broad, hairy, manly chest. On his feet were a pair of heeled, pointy-toed cowboy boots that added a couple of inches to his already six-one stature.“Don’t you fucking scream at me, cunt!” He’d yelled in my face, actually spitting on me as he shouted back. “Get on your fucking knees with your hands interlaced behind your. Every second night when we rolled into our bedrolls, she let me get settled in and then got me aroused and mounted me. It sure was a hell of a way to travel!At one point, I irreverently thought that it might be a rather dangerous activity though. For protection from any unexpected downpours as well as the morning dew and as some protection against a possible attack from either Indians or raiders, we always laid our bedrolls under the bed of the wagon. Now that old wagon was tall enough that.