I obliged and started teaching her but she was not getting how to hold the stick so I went behind her a by holding her hand from behind I started to t...ach her.But whenever I do that my dick would rub her beautiful soft ass and it started to become harder and she was not reacting to it. It gave me more courage and I intentionally starts to push my dick into her ass and we were losing our control. Her ass was so great that I cummed and both my pants and her top was wet. She turned back and looked. The two widows took the money and walked toward Waynesboro. I caught up with them on the road. "Watch out for the constabulary. Stay in the innkeeper's house as long as you can. I'll try to bring a buggy for you in the next few days."One woman said, "I don't know what I'm going to do. But I don't want to be a whore. Thank you for all you've done for us. And for the money too." They went into the house. I gave them the pocket pistol I had taken from the bushwhacker.It was late afternoon when I. Elle would simply email the images to her friend for perusal.It was obvious that Claire was slightly nervous as was I, she kept fidgeting with her short hair the asked Elle is she needed makeup and whatever else. I hadn’t shaved my pubic area in a while so was stubbly, I thought I’d wait to see what Elle said. I was looking forward to see how tiny Claire looked “down below”. Elle had set up the shooting area, there was a backdrop, light blue, a couch, a chair and some photography lights as well. A lilting, gentle voice, and then the roar of fire. A rotting dragon. Snow and gravel. Clawlike, cold, stony hands grip my by my hurting throat and lift me from my feet. A face, its skin stretched over cancerous growths of red lyrium, snarls at me. I’m cast down, my body hurting. I’ll die here, but I persist, wasting time, engaging this impossible monster as well as I can. A light above the jagged peaks flares, and then the snows roar down the mountainsides, covering everything, swirling.