I was already sixty dollars ahead for the week, including paying for my clothes and upgrading Melosa’s accommodations at the stable.It was costing m... about half what I was paying for my own rent to board Melosa, but she was living the life of Riley the same as Liz’s bay and Pen’s big black stallion.The first time I saw Pen perched up on that huge beast floored me. The damned thing was so big, it was a wonder Pen didn’t need a ladder to help him mount up. But I’ll give Pen credit, he was a. “I want her alive,” Vespasian growled, mounting his own horse again. “Take her to my quarters. She might have useful information.” The Legate turned to stare down his confused tribune with a look that made the man sink into his saddle. “Now! Go!” Eyes wide and shocked, the tribune turned and tore out of the once proud gateway, leaving the Legion’s officers to mill about in a strangely quiet moment of shared confusion. * The girl sobbed almost endlessly, eyes streaming into the dark leather. “Jesus.” He says again, though my sluttish behaviour must be having the desired effect, as his breath has become ragged. I hear the quick rip of the condom wrapper and within seconds, he’s at my backdoor. One hard thrust of his hips all that it takes to flood my body with the familiar, tense shock of accommodating something so large.“Uunnnnngg.” I moan, as he starts to move. He’s still going slow, being gentle. That’s not what I want.“Harder.” I plead.“Slow down,” he says, “I don’t want to hurt. So, uhm, you ready?"They walked around the corner and stopped in front of an old 1950's era Ford Thunderbird. The glossy paint was dark green with a narrow yellow stripe running up along the front door seam across the hood and back down the other door seam. It also had the number "2" panted in white on the back fenders, and had the strangest looking rear spoiler that looked a lot like a row of square jet engines.Christine commented, "Ford Thunderbird, huh?" Yeah! You can say I'm a Thunderbird.