She gets attacked from the back and can't believe this guy has the stamina to make her scream and shout with a mixture of both pleasure and delicious pain! She shouts as he wantonly turns her out!

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Two blonds at his cock is a dream come true, but two blondes with big pussylips is more than simply icing on the cake ... it was the makings of a fuckfest to rival all fuckfests! He takes on both of these bombastic babes and suckles upon the lush lips of their pretty privates like an infant at a teat!

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Thomas and Jon-jon really dirtied the patio with hot gay love-making. These two Latinos have got enough man protein to keep a whole African village well-nourished for a week.

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Leyla came walking into our offices one afternoon dressed in her best dress and so horny she felt like climbing the walls. See we have a carnival here where people will dress up in these folk costumes and do arts and crafts, things like that. Leyla’s parents has made her do this for years and while she kind of enjoys it, she would also like to do other things at the carnival. But this year she discovered that guys were following her around and checking her out. She couldn’t do anything about it there, so she came to us. Check out how horny this girl got and keep an eye out for her at next years celebration!

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Mmmmm, this tastes pretty good,” Vanna said after taking a nibble on the pork roast she had just removed from the oven, “I hope Mike likes it, it’s one of her favorites!!!” Mike, that was just a shortened version for Michelle, but calling her that even by mistake sometimes cause her to fly off into a rage!!! Vanna was going about the business of preparing the rest of the evening meal when she heard the front door of the apartment opening!!! “Is that you, Mike,” she called form the kitchen, “I’m out here in the kitchen, supper will be ready in about ten minutes!!!” Clad in a flannel work shirt, blue jeans, and heavy work boots, Mike appeared in the kitchen door and growled, “Get me a beer, I’m fucking beat!!!” Vanna went to the fridge and pulled out a long neck bottle of Budweiser and handed it to her tough looking room mate while saying, “Rough day, huh!?!” “The fucking worst, that ass hole Parker had me hauling cement all day when he knew my hamstring was still sore,” she spat after taking a long swallow out of her bottle!!! “Well,” Vanna said brightly, “I’ve made one of your favorites, roast pork and apple sauce, maybe that will make you feel a little better!!!” “Maybe,” Mike said sullenly, “maybe!!!”

While Vanna flitted around the kitchen finishing up dinner preparations, Mike stood leaning in the doorway watching his young bitch in silence!!! After about five minutes, she took that last pull on her beer, and after tossing it into the recycling bin, she came up behind Vanna and reached around and cupped her full breasts and whispered, “Forget dinner for a minute, baby, turn around and show it to me!!!” Vanna playfully spanked Mike’s hands away and admonished, “Please, I don’t have time for this now, wait until after dinner!!!” With powerful arms and hands, Mike spun Vanna around and said harshly, “Don’t ever tell me what to do, bitch, now pull up that skirt and show me your fucking pussy!!!” Vanna could tell immediately that Mike wasn’t in any mood for back talk, so without hesitation she quickly pulled up her dress and exposed her bare vagina to the hungry eyes of the butch bull dyke!!! The hard look on Mike’s face softened slightly when Vanna’s plump shaved vagina came into view and she said softly, “Now I remember why I keep you around, you gotta have the puffiest cunt I’ve ever seen!!!” Vanna couldn’t help but drench as Mike dropped to her knees and buried her face directly into her now burning pussy!!! Vanna gasped loudly as Mike’s insistent tongue slid up and down her rapidly gaping crack, and every once in a while feeling her knees buckle slightly when it contacted her extremely erect clitoris!!! “Ya like that, don’t ya,” Mike asked between licks!?! “Y-yes,” Vanna panted, “you know just how to make me feel so good, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I love you, Mike!!!” Mike chuckled with that oration of devotion from the hot little cunt, but with her own cunt was now in desperate need, she took Vanna by the hand and led her directly to their bedroom!!!

Seeing Vanna lying naked on the bed made Mike forget all about her bad day while struggling to get out of her work clothes!!! “You look good enough to eat,” Mike said softly while staring at Vanna’s ripe pussy!!! “You already have,” Vanna giggled, “just look at how wet you’ve gotten me!!!” The two women couldn’t have been more different physically, with Vanna being tall and lean with large breasts, a tight ass, and of course her bare bulging pussy, while Mike was short and stocky, with smaller breasts and a pussy so dense with dark hair you could hardly see her lips!!! When she was completely naked, Mike began playing idly with her pussy, while thinking about which part of Vanna’a delectable body to have first!!! “Do you know what I’m gonna do,”
Mike asked softly!?!” “Tell me,” Vanna replied, “does it have anything to do with my clit, cuz its really big and hard, just looky see!?!” “Jesus this kid doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me,” Mike said to herself while fingering her pussy even harder!!! Even though her clit was erect and poking out of her labia, Mike shook her head from side to side and said, “No, baby, mama’s gonna fuck her little slut with this,” while reaching into the night stand and producing a prodigious strap on dildo!!!” “Oh, god,” Vanna moaned while wantonly playing with her pussy, y-you know how much that hurts me, p-please don’t!!!” “Of course it hurts,” Mike shot back while stepping into the leather harness, “it’s supposed to fucking hurt you, but tell me now, doesn’t it give your tight little pussy just about the hardest orgasms you’ve ever had!?!” Her finger now was literally flying over her incredibly hard clit while she stared with trepidation at the massive latex penis now hanging menacingly between Mike’s sturdy legs!!! “Please no,” Vanna whimpered, “i-it’s gonna hurt me, please no!!!” “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” Mike ordered or I’ll really give you something to cry about, “now spread wide and say awwwww for mama!!!”

Vanna’s eyes welled up with tears as Mike climbed between her shaking thighs while priming her cunt with the head of the evil looking dildo!!! She gasped every time it came in contact with her distended clit, and before long, even though she was dreading it, she began begging like a cheap whore for Mike to take and fuck her!!! “See, baby,” she said softly, “your mama knows what’s best for her little baby, now get ready, cuz here comes the choo choo!!!” Vanna gritted her teeth and braced herself for the impending onslaught, but like a hundred times before she was always stunned at the incredible feeling of fullness her cunt had when Mike drove the rubber spike deep into her straining box!!! “Oh, christ,” Vanna gasped, “y-you’re gonna fuck me to death with that thing, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh it hurts so bad, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, god, nooooooooo!!!” Hearing her little slut whimpering like a hurt puppy drove Mike into a sexual frenzy as she pounded the thick mushroom head in and out of her pussy like a battering ram, until Vanna was begging her to fuck her like the little whore that she was!!! “Oh, god, oh, god,” Vanna gasped, “p-please, harder, I need to cum, please finish me off, ohhhhhhh, I’m fucking cumming so hard!!!” Mike was now going completely off the deep end as she slammed into Vanna’s helpless cunt with ruthless abandon while muttering under her breath, “Take that you fucking little whore, see what it feels like to have your cunt ripped apart by a big fat pecker!!!” By now Vanna was so far gone that she had wrapped her legs around Mike’s ass and was holding on for dear life as her orgasm crushed her pussy like it was an aluminum can!!!

“Oh thank you, Mike,” Vanna panted while her climax slowly subsided, “you always know just what I need!!!” “Of course I do,” the dyke replied, now it’s your turn, “it’s time to eat mama’s pussy for her!!!” “Mmmmm, yes,” Vanna sighed, “let me make mama feel al nice a squishy, too!!!” Quickly positioning her huge cunt over the young woman’s face, Mike slowly lowered her hair pie straight onto Vanna’s waiting mouth!!! “Ohhhhhhhh,” Mike sighed, “you have such a nice mouth, oh yeah, right there, do mama’s big hard clit for her, mmmmm, that’s the ticket, suck mama off with your hot little tongue!!! The aroma of Mike’s sweaty cunt was overwhelming, but over the last year Vanna had so become accustomed to it’s acrid flavor, that she was in fact now addicted to the harsh taste of the sweaty crack!!! “Oh sweet mary mother of god,” Mike groaned, “I’m cumming like a fucking fire hose all over your face and into your mouth, oh my, I just love cumming with my pussy in your hot little mouth, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck,” and then it was over as she collapsed on the bed next to hr little fuck mate!!!

Vanna rolled over and began placing little tiny wet kisses all over Mike’s face and chest, taking extra time on her hard little nipples!!! “You’re a good little bitch,” Mike said while running her fingers through Vanna’s long hair, “now, get back out to the kitchen and get our supper on the table!!!” Vanna fairly leaped out of the bed and began pulling on her house dress when Mike interrupted her and said, “Forget the dress, baby, after dinner you’re just gonna have to take it off all over again, so why waste the time!?!” This time it was Vanna’s turn to be the aggressor as she turned to the big dyke and without warning slid back on top on her and whispered, “Ya know, Mike, I think dinner is gonna have to wait a little bit longer……..”

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Hi there! This story is sure to make you jerk your cocks or toss off your clits!

I looove lingerie. I went to the store to buy new sexy lingerie. I picked three sets of three different colors and went to the dressing room. I was the only client in the store. The shop assistant told me I could call her if I needed some help. So I got inside the dressing room. When I was trying the first bra on it turned out to be large for me. My boobs are small A-cups.

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I asked the shop assistant to come inside and help me. I told her what the matter was. She said it was the size I wanted to try but it was really strange why it was large. She stuck two fingers under the bra to check if there was much room there. Her fingers touched my boobs. It made me so hot!

So I cupped my hands round her waist and pulled her closer. I didn’t clearly understand what I was doing. Surprisingly for me, she didn’t shy aside. I kissed her lips. I started undoing her blouse, while she was kissing me on the neck.

“Won’t anybody see us here?” I whispered in her ear.

“No.” she replied.

I saw her breasts and a bra. I pulled her bra off and saw her terrific tits. She had firm C-cups. I started fondling them with my hands and with my tongue. I was biting her wonderful nipples. She was moaning. I looked up her skirt and found out she was wearing stockings and a thong. I was caressing her butt squeezing it in my hands.

She managed to pull off my bra. She was feeling up my boobs. I told her to sit on the chair and spread her legs with my hands. I was kissing her hips, then I stuck my nose between her lips. They were wet. They smelled wonderful. I was hungry to lick them. I was licking her pussy like a Popsicle first, then my tongue focused on her love button, then I started fucking her sweet slit with my tongue.

She got on her knees and started licking her anus. I really enjoyed licking her tight hole. She was breathing heavy but I didn’t want her to cum too soon.

“Do you wanna lick me?” I asked her.

She said yes. It was my turn to sit on the chair. She was licking my twat. She was licking every single inch of my snatch trying to get as deep in my insides as possible. When I was ready to cum I suggested both of us getting on the floor. It was 69, I was lying under her. I was tossing off her clit, she was playing with mine. When building up for an orgasm I pushed her ass really close to my face and sucked on it. We were cumming. Her pussy was gushing, I was licking her juices.

We were lying on the floor for about 5 minutes more. We were motionless. She offered me to go and drink some coffee with her. We dressed up and left the dressing room. She opened the “staff only” door and went into a room to the right.

I couldn’t believe my eyes! There were lots of TV screens there with me and the shop assistant fucking each other. It was a candid cam room. Two guys with unzipped flies and hard dicks, and a girl with a raised up skirt were waiting for us in the room. They were masturbating watching our orgy! The girl came up to me.

“Can you do the same thing to me too?” She whispered lusty pointing at the shop assistant.

“Sure honey!” I replied.

“Katie, wait a bit. We’re gonna drill this bitch first…” The guys interjected.

I’d never taken part in a threesome before. And their dicks were sooo huge! Anyway, I got on my fours and started sucking one of them off, while the other guy was feeling up my body. The girls were sitting in front of us with legs spread wide. The guy came in my mouth. The second security guy raised my skirt and started licking my slit. Katie lay down before me. I was fingering her pussy. The guy entered my snatch quickly, making me shriek. Katie climaxed. The security guy fucking my pussy was working my butt out with his fingers. He entered my ass then. The guy who had already come in my throat got on the floor and entered my twat. Girls were fucking each other too.

We drank some coffee when everyone was completely satisfied.

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I have seen a lot of things in my life. A lot of things that surprised me and a lot that turned me on. But not really too many that did both. Shelly here did both because she is a very cute, in an odd kind of way, looking teen girl. She has natural blonde hair and a hair that while cute has the look of a girl who is a good girl. I was wrong! In this video she takes off her clothes, shows off her hot little box and then proceeds to fuck a wine bottle right in front of my eyes. I didn’t ask her to she just did it. When I asked her about it later she said she saw the bottle and she was wet. This made her wonder what it would be like to insert the bottle into her pussy so she just did it! Next time I am going to make sure she sees my cock, maybe she will wonder what its like to suck or fuck it!

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Oksana has got a new boyfriend and he is a shutterbug! While they were sitting around talking about sex Oksana made the boast that she was probably one of the best cocksuckers in the world. So her boyfriend Andrew challenged her to do it on videotape and she thought that was funny! We think it is hot as hell as this cute teen girl gives an incredible fucking blowjob. I don’t know if she is the best in the world but if I ever meet her I sure would like to find out!

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Oksana & Alex hooking up in a spa. She has an incredible body with nice long legs and the prettiest little tits. The action on this video is non-stop and it is long

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When I first met Mitchell, he told me he would like to fulfill a bondage
fantasy and asked me to write one for him. He provided me with one from
his view point, but MY aspect of bondage was a little different.
Obviously, I was going to be the one in control not him. Here’s a
scenario I’d like to explore with him:

The kids had gone away for the weekend so I had the apartment to myself. I
called Mitchell at home:

“Hello?” He answered.

“Get over here right now.” I ordered.

“Yes, mistress.” he replied.

As I waited for him during the 20 minutes it takes to drive from one side
of town to the other, I went around the house lighting candles and turning
off the lights, trying to create the mood for the evening. I slipped into
my red satin negligee and sprayed cologne in my “special” places. As time
shortened before his arrival, I displayed my “toys” for easy access upon
Mitchell’s arrival. Soon there was a knock at the door.

I opened the door, standing in full view so Mitchell could see I was
wearing my negligee with nothing beneath. His eyes widened, but with a
look, he lowered his head, knowing he was not permitted to stare at me in
the eyes. I took his hand and pulled him inside the apartment and shut the
door, locking it behind me.

“Did you wear it?” I asked.

“Yes, mistress.” He replied

“Take your clothes off, I want to see it.” I ordered him.

“Yes, mistress.” He whispered as he began to undress, eyes lowered all the
while.

“Fold your clothes and lay them on the chair as you remove them.” I
ordered.

“Yes, mistress.” He continued to undress and began to fold his clothes,
starting with his shirt, then removing his socks and shoes, and finally his
jeans, revealing the leather strap he wore beneath. It was a black harness
wrapped around his ass and thighs, leaving his penis and balls exposed. As
he bent over and folded his jeans and put them on the chair, I couldn’t
resist touching the smooth skin of his ass. So beautiful, his cock half
erect in anticipation.

“Do I please you, mistress?” He asked, eyes still lowered.

“Let me look at you a while. Stroke your cock for me.” I commanded.

He took his cock in his hands and began to stroke it slowly.

“Caress your balls too.” I requested.

He stroked his cock with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. I
reclined on the couch and began to rub my pussy as I watched him stroke
himself. As he slyly watched me playing with myself, his cock began to get
rock hard. It was beautiful. His hairy chest only accentuated the beauty of
the vision.

“Come here.” I ordered. “Put your hands behind your head and keep them
there.”

“Yes, mistress.” he replied as he positioned himself in front of me.

“Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them.”

“Yes, mistress.” he closed his eyes and tried to keep from smiling. He
knew what was next, we both did and were both excited but tried to contain
ourselves the best we could.

I took his cock into my mouth. It twitched at my touch, pre cum slithering
down the underside of it. It tasted so delicious. I loved seeing him in the
leather strap with only his cock and balls revealed. It looked so
restraining, yet so inviting. I wrapped my hands around his ass and held on
to him as I sucked hungrily on his cock, flicking my tongue and nibbling
lightly alternately. I licked down the shaft of his cock to his balls,
which I took into my mouth one at a time, licking and sucking. Mit chell
swayed on his feet, almost collapsing in ecstasy. I took his sac into one
hand, and began stroking his cock as I sucked on the tip of it a little,
flicking my tongue in and out of the urethra, then taking it into my mouth
as deeply as possible, almost gagging on it. I sucked slowly, slowly, then
wanted to taste his balls again, so moved once more to caress and make love
to his balls as his cock rubbed against my face.

The hardness of it excited me and I wanted . to make him cum in my
mouth. I moved back to the tip of his cock sucking, licking, nibbling
taking it deeper and deeper into my mouth moving slowly, slowly then
increasing my speed sucking tightly and moving a little faster, tighter,
faster, faster until he spilled his love juice into my waiting throat,
where I eagerly swallowed it and reveled in the culmination of this the
most intimate bond.

He took my head into his hands, knowing I was finished with this part of
the ritual and drew me up to his mouth where he kissed me deeply and
passionately, tasting himself on my tongue.

“Now we can rest up for more later, okay?” he asked.

“Yes, my love……you’re going to need the rest, believe me!” I replied.

We headed up to the bedroom, where the toys awaited the next session of
lovemaking.

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Harry looked around to see if anyone was looking, and said out loud to himself, “Good, the coast is clear,” and then quickly from under his coat he produced a half liter bottle filled with a colorless that appeared to be water, but in reality was a powerful sexual stimulant!!! What Harry did next, was to lift the cover on the water filtration plant’s inlet injector, and dump the entire contents of the bottle inside!!! He watched for a few seconds, replaced the cover, and calmly went back to his job of quality control foreman at the Smallville water plant!!! He figured that it would take about twenty four hours for the town to be saturated with his aphrodisiac, he could hardly wait!!!

The next day, Harry sat down in the cafeteria, and watched with interest as his fellow employees ate their lunches. He noticed that at least two or three women had taken water from faucet over the sink. “Jesus,” he said to himself, “Marilyn just took a drink of water!!!” The reason for his excitement was that Marilyn was a “stone fox”, big tits, long blonde hair, perfect teeth, perfect
legs, etc, well you get the picture! If his theory was true, he was almost certain that with just a little encouragement she would fuck just about anyone! After everyone had gone back to work, Harry went to the pay phone in the cafeteria and dialed Marilyn’s work number. “Smallville water plant,” she answered, “may I help you?” Trying to disguise his voice in the event this didn’t work out, Harry whispered hoarsely, “If you wanna get fucked, go to the old store room on the second floor and take off you clothes, I’ll be there in ten minutes!!!” Not waiting for her answer, Harry hung up the phone and made a beeline for the store room, hoping against all hope that she would come running! He ducked into an vacant office just down the hall from the store room and waited. “He waited about ten minutes, and was just about to give up when all of a sudden there she was, striding forcefully towards the store room!!! She opened the door and disappeared inside, which left Harry with a dilemma, what if she was setting a trap for him! “Jesus, she was beautiful,” he thought, “it’s worth the risk, and anyway, I can always deny it!!!”

Harry gave one more look around to make sure no one had followed her, and then quickly made his way to the store room door. After taking a deep breath, he turned the knob, pushed the door open, and went inside! “Sweet jesus in heaven,” he blurted out, there on an old file cabinet was Marilyn Combs, with her pants and panties off and her legs spread wide, an open invitation to fuck her!!! “Come on, Harry,” she pleaded, “my pussy is absolutely on fire, fuck me hard and fast!!! Harry practically tore open the front of his pants, and then proceeded to give Marilyn the fucking of her life!!! He pounded away on her cunt until she had at least three pussy smashing orgasms, which only left her begging for more!!! When he couldn’t take it anymore, Harry zipped up and said, “Okay, baby, you want more, go get Annie, bring her back here and have her eat your pussy!!!” Marilyn nodded, got dressed, and took off looking for Annie! Harry chuckled to himself thinking, “I hope for her sake Annie drank some of the water!!!”

Harry again took up residence in the vacant office, and waited to see if Marilyn and Annie would show up. Again, much to Harry’s delight, the two woman walked past the office and down to the store room! Harry gave them a few minutes to get started, and when he finally slipped inside, he was shocked to see that both women had stripped completely naked, and Annie was between Marilyn’s legs and tonguing her wide open pussy!!! While Marilyn was voluptuous, Annie was small and lean, with small pointed tits with constantly erect nipples! Sliding up behind her, Harry reached around and under Annie and began twisting her nubs and grinding his groin against her ass! She pushed her butt back against him, so he leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Does Annie need a good fucking from the rear!?!” Pulling her mouth off of Marilyn’s cunt just long enough to plead, “Please, plow my pussy with your pecker!!!” Harry laughed and evil laugh and asked Marilyn, “Do you think I should fuck this little bitch or not!?!” “Oh yes, fuck her,” Marilyn cooed, “she’s doing and wonderful job on my pussy, keep the little slut happy!!!”

Harry couldn’t believe how hot and slick Annie’s cunt was!!! She had and orgasm before his cock had even made its first stroke!!! Harry rammed his meat in and out of the tight little pussy, and as was the case with Marilyn, she had three or four climaxes, and acted as if she could have use ten more!!! Harry had to get back to his work station, so he zipped up and left the two girls with their mouths attached to each others pussy in a wild 69 scene!

Back at his desk, Harry picked up the phone and dialed the home of his preacher. After three rings, a woman picked up the phone and answered, “Pastor Winslow’s residence, Betty Winslow speaking!” Harry lowered his voice so no one could hear him, and he whispered into the receiver,
“masturbate for me bitch, and tell me what you’re doing!!!” Ready to slam down the phone if he had too, Harry listened intently for any response, and the first words he heard were, “My cunt’s so fucking hot, I need to cum so badly!!!” “I’m taking off my panties, and running my fingers into my slit,” she said in a strained voice! “You’re the minister’s wife aren’t you,” asked Harry?
“Yes,” she panted into the phone!!! “Does your husband fuck you very often,” Harry pressed on!?! “Almost every night,” was her reply, “my husband’s a good fuck!!!” “Do you suck him off,” Harry asked excitedly!?! “Oh, god yes,” she stammered, “I suck him off at least two or three times a week!!!” “Betty,” he continued, “have you ever sucked another girl!?!” “Oh yes,my husband and I suck one of the alter girls, she’s only eighteen and has a very pretty pussy,” she replied!!! “Does she suck you, too,” Harry asked!?! “Mmmmmm, yes, she’s a born cunt and cock sucker, she can’t get enough of it!!!” What about young boys,” Harry went on, “do you ever suck any of them off!?!” “Yes,” came her clenched teeth answer, “we have a nineteen year old boy we both love to suck off!!!” Does the reverend suck him too,” Harry asked!?! Oh, yes,” she moaned, “my husband loves to have a strong young cock shoot into his mouth!!!” Harry couldn’t believe it, but his pecker was hard as a rock from just listening to the prim and proper minister’s wife regale him with stories of her private sex life while masturbating like a cheap slut drunk from cheaper wine!!! “Okay,” Harry ordered her, “be a good little cunt and cum for daddy, all right!?!” “Yessss,” she gasped, “I-I-I’m cumming so fucking hard!!!” Harry sat quietly and listened while Betty Winslow fingered her now dripping cunt to orgasm!!! Before he hung up he said to her, “Betty, I want you to go outside, and masturbate for the first man that walks past your house, understand!?!” “Oh, yes, I need to do it for another man!!!” Harry calmly hung up his phone and then went back to work like nothing was wrong!!!

On his way home, he turned on the car radio and laughed out loud when the news came on detailing stories of debauchery all over Smallville!!! Just then, he looked into the rear view mirror and saw the flashing light of a police car. “Shit,” he said out loud as he pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the officer to approach his vehicle. He rolled down his window, and much to his surprise, a female officer stood by his door and said, “You were doing forty five in a thirty mile and hour zone.” Harry gave he the once over and decided to chance it, and said,
“Officer, have you masturbated yet today!?!”

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Carnival time in our country and when we found out that Valeria was one of the ‘country girls’ who walked around the carnival and entertained the visitors I just begged her to come by in costume. As soon as I saw her in it I got so turned on I just had to do a shoot with her wearing and then taking it off! I had no idea those girls wore nothing underneath those things and it was a big turn on for me when I realized it. I will never look at carnival the same way again!

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I’ve written this one from the woman’s point of view. I hope it comes across okay.

It was around three o’ clock when my husband phoned. He told me that he
would be home around seven p.m. and that I should wear something sexy
and revealing as he had a surprise for me. I asked him what sort of
surprise but the only thing he would say was that it was something that
I’d told him I would love to try and he decided that it was time I
should have it. I couldn’t think what it would be, although several
ideas did run through my mind. Especially as he said I should dress as
he’d asked.

Later in the afternoon I showered and looked out what I would wear for
the evening. He did say wear something sexy so I chose my short,
strapless, black lycra dress that clung very tight to my boobs and had
a tendency to ride higher up my thighs when I moved around. It was
certainly revealing and as I wasn’t wearing a bra, my nipples could be
seen poking through. Black stockings and high heels would finish this
off nicely with a pair of tiny white panties that left little to the
imagination. I was ready. I now waited with anticipation for my husband
to arrive home.

When he turned up at just before seven, he just looked at me and said,
“Oh yes, that’ll do nicely.” He then told me that we had been invited
to a party and that we should be on our way. I thought that was it, but
no, my surprise was still to come. As we got into the car my dress had
already rode up above my stocking tops with just a glimpse of white
panties at my crotch. Reaching over, my husband couldn’t help himself
run his fingers up my thighs and slipping a finger under the flimsy
material to tease my pussy and clit. However, he controlled himself
enough to start the car and get us on our way. I still had no idea
where we were going or who we were meeting but decided to have fun on
the way. My dress was still up around the tops of my thighs and my
stocking tops were clearly visible as we stopped at a set of traffic
lights. I looked up into the cab of the lorry we stopped next to and
saw the driver looking down at me. As I said, I wanted to have some fun
and was already feeling very horny so I slid forward in my seat causing
my dress to come up over my hips and expose my tiny white panties and
suspenders. As we waited for the lights to change, my husband realised
what I was up to. Seeing me almost laid back in the seat with my crotch
on show and my legs open as wide as the car seat would allow, he told
me to make sure the lorry driver got the full show. The lorry drivers’
eyes nearly popped as I pulled my knickers tight into my crack. Nothing
was left to the imagination as my fanny lips spilled out from the sides
of the flimsy material. I then pulled the top of my dress down and as I
was not wearing a bra, my tits were fully exposed to him. The lights
changed and we drove off along the road leaving him gawping out of his
window. My husband watched in the rear view mirror as he pulled off
from the lights as fast as the lorry would allow. The next set was on
green and we drove through and watched behind us as the lorry got
stopped when they changed to red.

I was feeling really horny now after exposing myself to the lorry driver
and wanted my husband to pull over some where quiet but he just told me
to hang on because we would be there soon. I asked again where we were
going only to be told, “Wait and see. I’m not going to spoil it by
telling you before we get there.”

We eventually stopped and I asked again where we were and what he had
planned. My husband just turned to me and said, “Just be patient,
you’ll find out soon enough but first you’ll have to put this on.” I
looked at him to see that he was holding up a piece of black cloth
which I realised was a blindfold. At first I objected and told him that
I didn’t think so but he soon changed my mind by sliding his hand up my
thighs and convincing me that it would be a night to remember if I did
wear it.

Once I agreed, he quickly tied the blindfold on and made sure I couldn’t
see anything. I had to just sit there and listen whilst he got out of
the car and walked around to open my door for me. Once I was helped out
of the car, we walked for what seemed like forever because of the
blindfold, but was actually only two or three minutes. I listened as
another man’s voice welcomed us and we stepped through what I realised
was a doorway. After a few steps farther, we began to ascend a flight
of stairs. As we climbed the steps I heard the same voice coming from
behind me comment that I had a beautiful arse. I realised then that he
was following me up the stairs and most probably had an excellent view
right up my very short dress. My husband laughed and replied that not
only does it look good, it also feels great. I started to get very
excited at the turn this was taking and when I felt a hand caress my
buttocks I had no idea whether it was my husband or the man who just
spoke. My excitement grew when we stopped at the top of the stairs and
I realised the hand on my backside did not belong to my husband.
Especially as it had now worked its way under my dress and now had a
finger probing between my legs and teasing my slit through my knickers.
I instinctively opened my legs wider to allow whoever it was easier
access and then heard another man’s voice in front of us. I was feeling
so turned on as I realised that there was now another man with us. The
realisation that I was now being watched by my husband and a stranger
whilst another stranger had his hand between my now open legs and
working his fingers into my knickers almost had me coming on the spot.
I felt extremely disappointed when I heard my husband laugh and say
that there was plenty of time and that he should wait and enjoy what
was to come. The unknown man withdrew his hand from between my open
legs and jokingly complained. I stood there in complete darkness
wondering what the hell was going on. I was feeling so horny now that
all I wanted was the three of them to take me right there and then. I
wanted to get down on my hands and knees at the top of those stairs and
let one fuck me from behind as I took the other two, one in each hand
and sucked them off alternately. The fact that I couldn’t see where I
was or who the men were, or even if any one else was around only added
to my excitement. Unfortunately this didn’t happen and I listened as I
was led through another doorway.

Although I couldn’t see because of the blindfold, I could feel that my
dress had ridden up almost to my waist and that my knickers were pulled
to the side from the strangers attempt to finger fuck me on the stairs.
Whilst thinking about how I must look and hoping that my husband would
agree to me having all three of them, I heard the other voices. I asked
what was happening but all my husband would say was, “You’ll find out
very soon now and don’t worry, the blindfold will be removed soon but
first you’ll have to wear these.” He put something hard and circular
into my hands and after a few moments of feeling them, I realised they
were handcuffs. He put a set around each wrist and fastened them to
what felt like poles on either side of me. He kissed me, told me to
enjoy, and left me quite literally in the dark. Despite feeling a
little nervous, I was feeling insatiably horny. Not being able to see
what was going on, who was there and especially not knowing what was
about to happen, really got me incredibly excited.

Before too long, someone gently kissed me on the mouth and pulled away.
Again I was kissed, this time on the neck from behind. Whoever it was
pulled my dress off my shoulders, kissing and licking as they slowly
undressed me. I felt them reach from behind and caress my tits, cupping
one in each hand. From what I could now hear, I realised that others
were watching and that I was being exposed and exhibited for there
visual pleasure. Next, my knickers were pulled down over my hips by
whoever was behind me as they lowered their attentions to my buttocks.
I felt them kiss me on each one as he continued to lower my panties to
my ankles. I lifted one foot, then the other to allow him to remove
them completely. My dress quickly followed the same way and I was now
completely naked except for my stockings and high heels. I could hear
the voices of the men who were watching me being stripped but I was too
wrapped up in my own lustful thoughts to hear what was being said. I
just wanted to be fucked. I didn’t care by who or how, as long as it
was very, very soon.

I didn’t have to wait much longer as the man behind me had stood up and
was now pressing a very urgent cock between the cheeks of my backside.
He pushed me forward and my cuffed hands slid down the length of the
poles so that I was now fully bent forward with my arms outstretched,
my legs wide apart and my pussy completely exposed and defenceless.
Being in this position plus being blindfolded made me feel totally
helpless and vulnerable and that only heightened my pleasure. The
unknown man behind me had his hands on the cheeks of my arse spreading
me open,  driving his hard cock up my cunt as I pushed back hard to
meet him. I let out a very loud moan of delight as at last my pussy was
getting the attention it was aching for. I abandoned myself to my
feelings of lust whilst he held onto my hips, driving himself against
my arse. My knees almost gave way as I very quickly reached a
shattering orgasm and I could feel the man who was  shafting me
reaching his climax as his thrusting became more intense. Just before
he came, he pulled out leaving me wondering again what was about to
happen. It didn’t take long to find out as the next thing I felt was
his cock nudging at my face. I took him into my mouth and tasting his
pre-cum mixed with my own juices, I wrapped my lips around him.
Squatting down before him with my legs wide apart and one hand stroking
my pussy, I sucked him to completion.

No sooner had he withdrawn his cock from my mouth when I felt hands on
my shoulders. It seemed someone else was about to take advantage of my
vulnerability of being handcuffed between the two poles. I told them to
take the blindfold off so that I could see who they were but was met
with silence as he helped me to my feet. Again, the not knowing and the
anticipation of what was about to happen had me aroused and wanting the
uncertainty to continue. I expected to be entered from behind again as
whoever it was started out by kissing and licking down my back to my
buttocks but they soon moved around in front of me and continued by
kissing my pussy and spreading my legs so that he could move between
them and pull me down to squat over his face. As he began to probe at
my cunt with his tongue I realised that someone else was standing in
front of me. I instinctively tried to reach out but the handcuffs
rattled against the poles and stopped me. I then felt something brush
against my cheek and as I turned towards it, I felt it brush against my
opposite cheek. Again as I turned towards it, they changed sides. This
was done this a few times, teasing me, before I felt it brush against
my lips and stop. I pressed my lips harder against what I now realised
was a stiff cock and slowly engulfed my mouth around the head and down
the shaft. I pulled my head back as I sucked on him and then back down
again, letting whoever it was fuck my mouth. The man, who’s face I was
now squatting over, was probing at my crack with his tongue and
heightening my pleasure once again.

After being tongue fucked and mouth fucked at the same time, I again
reached an intense orgasm and pushed my pussy harder on to the man’s
face whilst he reached up and grabbed hold of my tits, squeezing them
hard and teasing my nipples. The man in front was holding my head as I
sucked on him but before he came he pulled away from me. I again
instinctively tried to reach out but was caught short by my manacled
hands and felt totally helpless when he walked around behind me and
stood me up into a position where I was bent over the man below me and
my legs were spread. He placed himself against my backside and I felt
him guide his cock into my sopping wet pussy and begin to fuck me hard.
The man below me had raised himself to suck on my tits. I’ve never had
so much cock in one night and I abandoned myself to my feelings as I
enjoyed every minute of this anonymous fucking. I arched my back in
ecstasy and used the poles to which I was handcuffed to push back
against him, feeling him speeding up and then tense as he came into my
hot and welcoming pussy.

I felt both men move away from me and I was again left on my own for
what seemed like an age, listening to the comments and noise coming
from the rest of the people who were watching this exhibition. I was
startled by my husband suddenly standing beside me and telling me that
the blindfold would be removed soon, but not yet. However, he did
unlock the handcuffs and led me by the hand and down a couple of steps
to what I realised was a table. I could hear the sound of male voices
and the buzz of appreciative comments about my very recent performance.
Someone put a drink in my hand which I gratefully accepted. I turned
around, listening and trying to work out who was there. All I could do
was guess that there were about four or five men watching me and
commenting on my lack of clothing. I felt both vulnerable and extremely
horny as I stood amongst them, naked except for my stockings and heels.
The feel of their hands reaching out to touch and caress me made me
react impulsively by thrusting my tits forward and spreading my legs
further apart. The more I responded to their touch, the more intimate
their hands became. My nipples were standing out like tiny stalks as I
felt hands rub and squeeze my tits. Someone else had their hand between
my legs and was probing my very wet pussy with their fingers. Another
was behind me and was kissing and licking my backside. All this
attention had me so turned on that I couldn’t take it any longer, I
needed to see who was there and how many. I was about to reach for the
blindfold but was stopped by my husband who whispered into my ear that
he was now going to remove it.

When the blindfold was taken off and my eyes adjusted to my surroundings
I could see that I was surrounded by a group of four men. Three of them
now stood around me whilst a fourth sat opposite watching. I could
still feel their hands and eyes all over me as my husband approached
with a camera. This gave me a terrific thrill as I realised that I had
been photographed and was going to be photographed having sex with all
of these men.

I decided that I was a least going to have some control over events this
time and told all four of them to stand around me and get their cocks
out. They very eagerly complied with this request and I was soon
confronted with four throbbing members as I squatted on my haunches in
front of them. I reached out and took the first one in my left hand as
my right hand went automatically between my legs and my fingers parted
my pussy lips. My husband started flashing away with the camera,
occasionally moving around to make sure he got clear shots. I pulled 
the first one to my mouth and ran my tongue along its length, teasing
the head. I reached out for the next one closest to me and soon had a
pulsating cock in each hand. I pulled them both close to my face and
kissed the tip of each one in turn before slowly engulfing one with my
mouth. With one cock in my mouth I reached out with my free hand and
wrapped my fingers around the third one. I looked around to see the
last man pull up a chair and sit down behind me. He reached forward and
grabbed me by the hips, pulling me up to sit on his lap. I lowered
myself down onto his hard cock while my husband moved around to get
more photos of me. I was in heaven, blatantly showing off to the camera
with a cock in each hand, a third up my fanny and sucking on a fourth.
I could feel hands all over my body as I pleasured all four of these
men at the same time. Hands on my back, groping my tits, running
through my hair and grabbing at my arse. I looked over to see my
husband kneeling in front of me, aiming his camera at the sight before
him. Feeling myself reaching an orgasm I opened my legs wider to give
him a clearer view of the cock gliding in and out of my pussy. I felt
so horny exhibiting myself like this and climaxed, pushing down hard
onto the cock I was riding. My husband was now taking photos of me with
the cock in my mouth as I came again, sucking, fucking and tossing,
basking in the attention and the pleasure I was receiving from and
giving to four horny men.

I reluctantly extracted myself from this pure lustful indulgence as my
husband asked me to lay down on the table whilst the four men stood
around me with their cocks in their hands, masturbating over me. I
watched them whilst I lay there, my legs open to show them my pussy, my
hands gliding over my body. I traced my fingers around my nipples,
pinching them erect and offering them up to my four admirers, and
showing off for the camera. One hand now moving down my stomach to
reach between my open legs, my fingers spreading my cunt open to show
my audience how wet and horny I was feeling.

It wasn’t long before I was showered with cum as they shot their load
one after the other. My hands rubbing it all in to my tits and any
where else it landed. I love showing my body off and lying on the table
with my legs open showing all that I had to four strangers as they
tossed themselves off over me really had me itching for more.

One of the men picked up his beer and drank from the bottle. I reached
out for it and after taking a drink, trickled some over each of my
nipples before slowly sliding the bottleneck between my tits, over my
stomach and down between my parted legs to rest it teasingly against my
pussy lips. All four men and now my husband included stood around me to
watch me insert the neck of the bottle slowly into my glistening hot
hole. I raised my hips off the table and opened my legs wider to give
them all a clear view of me friggin myself with the bottle. I so loved
to show off and  it always gives me a tremendous buzz to exhibiting my
naked body to an audience. Pulling the bottle from my wet fanny, I
handed it back to the man who gave it to me and watched as he put it to
his mouth and greedily drank what was left.

Next, I was helped into a kneeling position on the table and as I felt
someone place a hand on my buttocks, I didn’t even look around. I just
arched my back to present my eager hot pussy to whoever was now behind
me. Feeling his rock hard cock nudging at the entrance to my cunt, I
closed my eyes and pushed back against him as he thrust deep into my
pussy. I felt something brush against my face and opened my eyes to
another stiff cock poised right in front of me. I hungrily took it into
my mouth and began moving my head up and down along its length. I felt
completely insatiable as I was being fucked again from both ends. There
were hands all over me and I worked faster at the cock in my mouth
whilst the man at my rear accelerated his fucking as he was about to
reach his climax. He stiffened and pulled me hard against him as he
came shooting his load inside me. He pulled his cock out of me and it
was quickly replaced by another as the next man started fucking me from
the rear. I felt the balls of the man whose cock was in my mouth
tighten as he too reached orgasm and shot his load down the back of my
throat. When he pulled away, the man fucking me from behind pulled out
and turned me onto my back. I now had my legs held high and wide open
by the ankles as he re-entered my sopping wet pussy. I watched as two
of the others peeled my stockings from my wide open legs, removing my
shoes at the same time. The man with his cock up my pussy took my
ankles in each hand again, holding my legs high and wide, and continued
to thrust into me. Slowly and deliberately at first but soon speeding
up to fuck me hard and fast. With my head hanging over the other end of
the table, I looked up to see another man standing over my face. Very
soon I was being fucked again from both ends as I took him into my
mouth and greedily sucked on his hard cock. I was completely lost in a
world of lust as I felt hands all over me. They were squeezing my tits
and pinching my erect nipples, holding my ankles high over my head and
stroking my calves and thighs. I came again and again before I felt the
man who was now thrusting into my well used fanny jerk into me as he
reached his orgasm, almost at the same time as I sucked the other off
to completion, swallowing and sucking hungrily at his now softening
cock.

Still lying spread out on the table, all four of the men in turn ran
their hands gently along my body and kissed me before sitting down
around me. I lay there on my back on the table resting on my elbows,
watching them all staring at my naked body. My legs were still spread
wide and dangling over the edge, my pussy fully exposed so that they
could all still see my sopping wet slit. I lay there for a short while,
gently rubbing at myself, enjoying there gaze upon my naked body until
my husband come up to me said, “Told you it would be a night to
remember.”

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Shark is just sitting at home relaxing to a naughty magazine and stroking his cock when his straight friend Finn stops by for a visit. Shark hears his buddy come in and hides his cock and grabs his camera because he has a plan! Finn can’t kid himself any more… he likes cock!

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I was in the kitchen making a quick snack in between photo shoots last night. I was pretty hungry but I was also pretty horny. While I was waiting for the food to cook, I decided to continue what I had started out in front of the camera before my break. I pulled off my skirt and started to rub myself. As soon as my photographer saw what I was doing, he grabbed a video camera and shot these video clips.

Feeling the panties rub against my pussy made me so wet. I ended up taking off the rest of my clothes. I fondled my own boobs while my other hand took care of my pussy. I was alternating between rubbing my clit and fingering myself. I was interrupted by the beeping from the microwave, but didn't stop masturbating until I had a very intense and powerful orgasm right on the kitchen counter.

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I have decided to write down my account of what happened in that fateful year of 1864 and to deposit it in a sealed envelope with our family’s lawyers. Tomorrow is the first day of the twentieth century and I will leave instructions with the papers that they may not be unsealed until another hundred years has passed. My descendents may then finally learn the strange truth about how they came to be.

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There is certainly much shame in the account but perhaps matters which seem important now will not seem so important then. Perhaps it may even be that American men will regard American women as truly free and equal in all human activities, even the procreative ones. Alas though, I feel that many times a hundred years must pass before our society can change to such an extent.

Yet although I cannot hope to know what the future holds I can at least be sure that the great waters of the Missouri river will still be flowing. The river was my constant companion for many years when I grew up in Kansas, and again when I crossed the border into Missouri state to become a teacher in the village of Stony Creek.

Lacking the gift of prophecy, all I can do is to pray on my knees that, whatever fate may have befallen my descendents, in the year 2000 the glorious flag of our God given Union will still flutter bravely above every settlement along the banks of the mighty Missouri. For I remember all too well when for a day and a night the Stars and Stripes proudly flying above Stony Creek were ursurped by the iniquitous banner of the Southern Rebels.

It was what I did during those few strange hours that I feel I must explain, lest dark rumors still linger about my memory. I - and the other village women - did what we did because that was the way the fortunes of war fell out for us. In 1861 the mad dogs of the Confederacy dared to fire on Fort Sumter and in time their rabid bites sent the whole country as mad as themselves. Can we be blamed for acting out an insanity when we found ourselves trapped in an insane situation?

Let those who wish to sit in judgement read my story first, and then ask themselves what they would have done under the same circumstances.

The chalk scratched on the blackboard as Miss Shilling carefully wrote the date on it, ‘October 17th, 1864′. Then, in the top center of the board she wrote ‘TRIGONOMETRY’. Finally, underneath the word, she drew the outline of a tree. When she turned around her class was still waiting dutifully, neither of the boys or girls daring to indulge in any horseplay even when her back was turned. Amanda Shilling was an imposing figure, very tall for a female, with a full figure which caused many an admiring male eye to linger on the generous cut of her bodice and the trim dimensions of her hips. In fact it was widely agreed amongst the men of Clayton County that School Ma’am Shilling was just about the beatingest thing to come down the river in a coon’s age. Selectman Jenkins had spoken for all of his gender at the regular Saturday night cock fight a week after her arrival: “She’s a great young gal, that one. Shaped like a real woman and as handsome as Cleopatra, you bet. Yes, sirree, she’s a huckleberry above most peoples’ persimmons. Gonna be a real lucky man that she sets her cap at.”

In the weeks since her arrival Amanda had not picked out any of her many male admirers for any special signs of favor but the general liking for her in the village had continued to increase. Respectable but not high-faluting, a strong disciplinarian but a well gifted teacher, never one to flaunt her good looks but happy to be sociable with all. In only one way had she upset some of the population of Stony Creek, and that was in her fervent support of the Northern cause. Yet she certainly wasn’t alone in that regard because both the secessionist and abolitionist states had their ardent supporters along the banks of the Missouri. Like so many other settlements in the area Stony Creek was split almost fifty-fifty between Jayhawks and Separatists.

“Now, children, look at the word on the board. Trigonometry: it sounds strange but all it’s saying is that we’re going to study triangles. You are probably wondering what could be interesting about triangles but they can be very useful in solving problems. For example, you’ve seen the tree I’ve drawn on the board. Now suppose it was a very tall tree and you wanted to measure how high it was without having to climb it. Can anybody tell me how you could do that?”

Silence from the rows of well scrubbed faces.

“Very well.” Amanda picked up a ruler. “Imagine that the sun is shining and the tree is casting a shadow. I draw one line straight down the side of the tree and another straight line across from it to show how long the shadow is. When we measure the shadow of the tree we find it is sixty feet long. But, of course, shadows get shorter and longer depending on where the sun is in the sky, so how can that help us?”

Again there was silence in the class room but a long drawn out howl from a riverboat’s siren called out to the village from the river. Mildly surprised, Amanda walked across to the window and looked out at the steam packet churning up the muddy water near the landing with its paddle wheels. Certainly the Henrietta P. Johnson, but arriving two days earlier than on its normal schedule, with several blue shirted soldiers visible on the lower deck and with a large red flag flying above the Texas deck.

“Samuel Trent”.

A chair scraped behind one of the desks as a boy stood up. “Yes, Ma’am?”

“Why is the Henrietta coming in today, Samuel?”

“Been chartered by the bluebellies - sorry, Ma’am, I mean the army. The Union army that is.” Samuel was proud of his special source of knowledge as the wharfinger’s son, as much as he was obviously influenced by his father’s Southern sympathies.

“She’s carrying supplies to General Blunt’s men at Lexington?”

“Supposed to be, Ma’m, but the Rebs have gotten clustered up around Lexington like mountain men around a keg of whiskey. Ain’t no way the captain of the Henrietta is going down river to Lexington with that powder aboard her.”

“Powder?” Amanda looked around at her pupil, rising fourteen and standing so tall he was almost eye to eye with her. “You mean gunpowder?”

Samuel was shyly smiling at this reversal of their usual roles and reveling in the pleasure of being a source of information to his teacher.

“Why yes, Ma’m, twenty tons of it according to the bill of lading we was sent. If it’s on board she’ll be flying a red danger flag.”

“Yes, there is a red flag. There are some soldiers on board as well.”

Samuel nodded knowingly: “That’ll be the army fire guard, Ma’am. To make sure nobody smokes anywhere near those powder kegs. And I daresay my Pa will be searching every wharf rat before he lets any of them start work unloading the Henrietta. He’ll have his cudgel in his hand and he’s said he’ll break the skull of any man found carrying a pipe, ‘baccy or loco-focos onto the landing stage.”

“Really? The gunpowder is that dangerous?”

Samuel Trent came as close to openly laughing in the classroom as he’d ever done since Miss Shilling had arrived. “Why, Ma’am, one spark in the wrong place and the Henrietta would get blown so high the pieces could still be falling come Christmas. Leastways, that’s what my Pa says.”

“Thank you, Samuel, you can sit down again. Now, we were talking about how to find the height of the tree. As I said, just measuring the shadow tells us nothing. So what we might do is to take a stick and carefully cut off three feet of it. Then we put it in the ground, burying it for a depth of one foot. If the stick is three feet long and one foot is in the ground, how much would be left above the ground? Anybody?”

There were plenty of eager hands held aloft: “Teddy Smith?”

“Two feet, Ma’am.”

“Quite right. Now suppose we measured the shadow the stick was casting and it was four feet long. Can anybody tell me what the ratio would be between the length of the shadow and the length of the stick? Yes, Elizabeth?”

“The shadow is twice as long, Ma’am.”

“Exactly. So if we measure the tree’s shadow at that very same moment and it’s sixty feet long, then how tall must the tree be?”

“Thirty feet, Ma’m.”

Elizabeth Manders was almost always the first to answer any difficult question. A pity that she was only a girl from a poor family with no hope of ever being anything more than a village school teacher. Which was precisely Amanda Shilling’s own predestinated fate until she chose to abandon even that modest degree of ambition by agreeing to love, honor and obey some byre smelling, muddy booted farmer for the rest of her life.

“Quite right. Now suppose there was a church steeple nearby and you knew that the top of the steeple was forty feet above the ground. How long a shadow would it be . . .”

Her lesson was abruptly interrupted by a pounding of hooves, ululating screams, the sound of shots being fired nearby. The school marm looked out at the window again, but this time no further than the muddy street beside the school horse. A dozen horses were galloping down it in a solid mass, their riders whooping and firing carbines and pistols into the air and the few citizens of Stony Creek who were abroad scurrying to get clear of the onrushing charge. Amanda thought at first that she was witnessing an attempt to raid the township’s bank, until she realized the men were wearing uniforms, some of the jackets a dull gray, others dyed buttercup brown. All of the riders also had on kepi styled flat hats.

“Lord, save us, they’re Johnny Rebs!”

Amanda was astonished. Certainly, she’d seen plenty of Confederate troops before - in the early days of the Rebellion the entire Missouri state militia had enlisted in the Southern cause. But that had been long ago, in the heady days of Rebel pride and confidence. Now General Grant was hammering the Secessionists’ homeland into ruins and the Rebs should have had enough to worry about without making a futile attempt to recapture lost territory along the Missouri. In any case General Sterling’s Confederate troops were supposed to be at Lexington, just as Samuel Trent had said, and Lexington was at least a day’s ride away. This must be a small raiding party of cavalry, the kind of lawless insurgents whom had made the border areas of Kansas and Missouri such places of misery even before the war had begun.

“Damn their eyes!”

Amanda checked herself guilty as she realized her muttered oath might have been heard by the tender ears of the children. What sort of feather head was she, to swear a vile curse in her own classroom just because of a few marauding soldiers?

“Class, pay attention. It seems that some soldiers have ridden into village and it maybe that I shall choose to send you home early. But I think it better that you stay here for the time being, until things settle down. Yes, Samuel?”

“Are they Rebs, please, Ma’m?”

“I do believe so, Samuel.”

The boy was clearly pleased. “Ma’m, I just bet they saw the danger flag flying on the Henrietta and came down to grab her powder for their own army.”

“Perhaps.”

Amanda felt her legs trembling. Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings came wisdom. It might well be that it was the sight of the red flagged side-wheeler arriving which had bought the grayback cavalry sweeping down to the village and towards the landing stage. Enemy soldiers, and twenty tons of gunpowder in their hands! But there was nothing to be done about it for the time being and the children would be better off kept occupied in the school house until calm was restored. Which shouldn’t take long, as soon as the Confederates discovered that the town was defenseless

“Class, please copy out the drawing on the blackboard.”

The children picked up their own chalks and began drawing on their slates. Amanda walked up the aisle between the desks, lips pursed and teeth gritted at the chorus of squeaky, scratchy sounds which always annoyed her so much. It would be a wonderful thing to teach in a school which could afford paper and pens for every lesson.

Then the irritation of the slates ceased because of the sound of a horse neighing in the street and a man’s rough voice calling out: “Hey, in the school house there, let’s see your hides.”

A glance through the nearest window showed three cavalry soldiers outside, all looking at the schoolhouse, carbines casually resting on their saddles and pointed at the building. Fury brewed up inside Amanda in a red hot stream at the thought of her class being threatened by the slave owning ruffians. A desperate desire to show her contempt for them and their ragamuffin Rebel uniforms made her careless of the menacing firearms. With a firm resolve she swept back quickly down the room, her long skirts rustling against the children’s desks. Behind her own desk was the patriotic emblem of her country, a large United States flag. She unhooked it, draped it around her, then threw open the door and stepped out onto the verandah.

Amanda had hoped to annoy the Southerners with her impulsive action in wearing the stars and stripes but instead of anger the response was laughter. Especially galling as none of the Rebel soldiers seemed much older than the oldest children in her classroom. Tired, dirty, their horses splashed to the hocks with mud, but young and in a cheerful mood. One of them, hardly twenty but wearing Sergeant’s chevrons, laughed openly at the sight of the flag, his eyes fastening especially on Amanda’s bosom.

“Best be careful there, Miss. We’re just the boys to storm any breastworks that have got a Federal flag flying over them.”

His companions greeted his insolence with delight, slapping their legs and laughing as if they were watching a circus performance.

“Keep a civil tongue in your head, you filthy traitor.”

Again, the Sergeant appeared delighted at her response instead of becoming angry. He was something around medium height, blue eyes set widely apart underneath the bill of his kepi, a shaven and strong jaw line, his face deeply tanned by the weather, handling the reins one handed as if he’d been born on a horse’s back.

“I’d have to admit we’re not in our Sunday best, Ma’am, but nobody puts on their good clothes when they’re out hog killing. And back home, when we get guests calling round, we kinda take to being polite to them, ’stead of calling them all kinds of filthy names.”

“Then I suggest you go back home immediately, wherever your log cabin is, instead of coming where you’re not wanted and terrifying decent people.”

“Well, Ma’m, first off, if living in a log cabin is a sin, I guess you’ll have to point out to me where your mansion is, ’cause this whole village seems to me to be pretty much a collection of wooden shacks floating on mud.”

Even Amanda in the fullness of her wrath couldn’t gainsay him on that point; Stony Creek was not a picturesque sight, not even by Missouri standards.

“Secondly, Ma’am, I’d be real delighted to go back home if’n only old longshanks Lincoln would promise to leave me in peace once I was back there. And thirdly, I guess you don’t seem too terrified to me.”

Amanda drew herself up on tiptoe, eyes flashing defiance, her hands still clasped in the folds of the flag of the United States. “I’m not scared of you! But you’re pointing your guns at my classroom and the children in my charge.”

The Sergeant reluctantly took his eyes away from the splendid sight of the bristling school Ma’am - whoever was her beau was sure one lucky son of a bitch. Every window in the school house was packed tight with curious faces - children’s faces.

“OK, boys, put up your pieces. Joey, just take a glance and make sure no men are hiding inside.”

“What men are you looking for?” the teacher asked.

“All and every able bodied man in village, Ma’am. We’re confining them in the cargo deck of that steamer. We need to keep them under our eyes and out of mischief whilst we’re here. Don’t worry though, nobody is going to get hurt. We’re here today and gone tomorrow.”

As one of the Rebs looked around the schoolhouse Amanda saw a dozen glum looking townsmen walking down the street, two cavalry men riding behind the procession, carbine butts resting on their hips. One of the soldiers was chewing like a cow on its cud and as he passed Amanda and the Union flag a stream of tobacco stained juice spurted from his lips and across the schoolhouse steps.

“If you’re dressed for killing hogs, I think you can make a start in your own ranks,” Amanda snapped at the Sergeant.

“Don’t pay no mind to Josh Chamberlain, Ma’am. He’s a good soul but he lost two brothers at Gettysburg and now just got news his home in Atlanta’s been burnt down by Sherman’s men.”

“Oh.”

“Ma’am, I think it might be a good idea to dismiss your class for today. Just until the ructions are over.”

“That’s my decision to make,” Amanda flared back.

The Sergeant’s grin softened into something nearer to a smile: “Look, Ma’am, I’m paid to fight Federalist soldiers but savagerous school marms are more than I ever reckoned on. You can do whatever you like but it seems to me that the woman folk hereabouts would be glad to have their children safe at home while their men folk are away. Also, I’ve got an invitation for you.”

“An invitation - what sort of an invitation?”

“An invitation from Lieutenant Lee, our officer. He’d be right obliged if you’d step on board the steamer presently. He’s got some news for the village women and he needs somebody to pass it on to them. He said to me, particular, that if I should find a lady teacher I should ask her over, as being the best for the job. I guess if he’d known how handsome the school marms are hereabouts he’d have asked even more particularly.”

“Dash your impudence,” Amanda responded fiercely. “Are you algerines and kidnappers like Mosby’s bushwhackers?”

“No, ma’m, we’re from Georgia and we treat all ladies with respect, especially ones that look as if they like posing in front of an audience.” His companions chuckled again. “Miss, you’ll be treated honorably, my word on it. Lieutenant Lee is a fine gentleman and a school teacher himself when he ain’t soldiering in a war: he can read Greek and Latin to beat anything. He wouldn’t have asked you to call ‘cept it was important.”

Amanda nodded: “Very well, I’ll come directly.”

The Sergeant held up his hand: “No, Ma’am, no. Give us half an hour first. We’re making all the men shuck off their clothes before we put them below decks. Can’t risk having anybody down in that boat with tools, ‘baccy or any way of making fire on them. Not with the cargo she’s carrying. And I guess the gentlemen would be right shy about you seeing them in public without their unmentionables on - though I daresay most of them would be real happy to take them off for you in private.”

The cavalrymen guffawed again, Amanda’s cheeks blushed scarlet and she stamped a foot in fury as the Rebs swung their horses’ heads around and cantered off down Main street.

“Oh, you . . . you villains!”

With an effort she restrained her anger and went back into the classroom, all the children guilty rushing back to their desks. Amanda carefully rehung the flag in its place of pride and then turned to face her class.

“Children, I’m going to dismiss you for the rest of the day. Go home quietly and directly. I want each of you to take a message home from me to your mothers. Tell them I’m going to speak to the Rebel officer presently and I expect to have some news afterwards. I want all the ladies who can to come here to the schoolhouse at one o’clock so that I can tell them what’s happening. Please make sure your mothers hear about the meeting - here, at the schoolhouse, at one o’clock this afternoon. Now put your things away and file out quietly.”

When the classroom was empty Amanda went to the bookcase at the back of the room and selected a volume from it: “The Life of Admiral Horatio Nelson.”

Flicking quickly through the pages she found the chapter dealing with the Battle of the Nile. Then, with pursed lips, she carefully read the account of what had happened when the powder magazine aboard the French flagship ‘L’Orient’ had exploded. Even the passage of almost seventy years since the battle did little to soften the horrors the book described. It was in a very thoughtful mood that Amanda finally put on her bonnet and walked between the street puddles towards the landing stage.

The village seemed abandoned, save for a couple of Confederates riding past. All the men held in the Henrietta, all the women staying at home and not even the Rebs showing much interest in the village. But there were a long line of cavalry horses tethered to a fence near the landing stage. Soldiers were busy around them, some fetching buckets of water from a nearby drinking trough, others carrying fodder from the deck of the Henrietta and breaking the bales open for the horses to feed on. Amanda stopped and watched, judging the weight of the bales by the fact that two men were needed to lift each one. She also saw how many more bales were still piled on the deck. Then she counted the horses in the row. Fourteen and at least two more riding on patrol inside the village. Mmmm . . .

“Ma’am.” It was the Sergeant again, walking towards her. This time he wasn’t smiling but stopped in front of her and lifted his hand to his cap in a crisp salute. “Sergeant Wade, Ma’am.”

Amanda nodded her head in brief acknowledgement of the NCO’s new found civility.

“Glad you could come, Ma’am. The Lieutenant is on board, on the Texas deck, if you’d care to follow me.”

Amanda nodded again and followed him onto the landing stage and up the gangplank. A board was set on an easel at the head of the gangplank, a white painted board with red wording on it: “DANGER - NO SMOKING, NO UNSHIELDED CANDLES.” The teacher looked up at the two high cast iron smokestacks towering above the Henrietta and thought that her crew must have had a nervous trip down river.

The Sergeant led her up an outside staircase to the top deck. The sun suddenly appeared for the first time that day and Amanda unexpectedly felt her spirits rising in time to her ascending footsteps. The Sergeant held open the door.

“Lieutenant Lee will see you now, Ma’am. Please go in.”

The leather bound couches and chairs scattered throughout the glassed in deck were as luxurious as Amanda remembered from the only other time she had been aboard the Henrietta. The pile carpet just as thick, the pictures on the walls depicting river scenes just as pleasant, the air still redolent with the lingering aroma of fine cigars, the spittoons just as brightly polished. But now there was no crowd of prosperous business men, no fine ladies, no busy stewards. Just a tall, slender young man with long blonde hair and a fine set of golden mutton-chop whiskers, a young man who gave every appearance of having fallen asleep in the armchair he was now lifting himself out of. Which wouldn’t have surprised Amanda because there were lines of strain around his eyes and his uniform was as crumpled and travel strained as any of his men’s.

“Beg your pardon, Ma’am, beg your pardon. Must have nodded off unexpectedly.”

The officer juggled uncertainly with what had been resting on his lap, a holed gray sock with a wooden darning mushroom inside it and a needle dangling from the hole on woolen threads. He finally put the sock down on the coffee table between them, next to a belt with a saber scabbard attached and an open holster displaying the well oiled butt of a revolving pistol. Then the Confederate lieutenant made a formal bow to her. Amanda acknowledged with a stiff nod of her head, which brought her attention to the officer’s feet. No boots, and one sock on, the left foot bare. She couldn’t help smiling at the sight.

“Must apologize, Ma’am. I don’t normally receive ladies in this manner.”

“The fortunes of war, Lieutenant. Please don’t worry about it. May I sit down?”

“Please do, Ma’am, please do.”

Amanda settled herself in the chair opposite to his, across the coffee table.

“My name is Amanda, Amanda Shilling. Are you any relation to the famous General Lee?”

“Why no, Ma’am, Miss Shilling. I’m just plain James Lee, a Georgia school teacher and noways a member of the first families of Virginia. But I guess I didn’t tell the boys that until after they’d elected me as a company officer.” He smiled - or at least she thought he did. It was hard to tell underneath all that facial hair.

“Please call me Amanda, James. I think we have some important matters to discuss and we should be as friendly towards each other as we can.”

James huffed and blew into his whiskers, apparently distressed: “I would surely like to be good friends with you, Miss Shilling, even if you are a red hot Federalist, or so Sergeant Wade says. But to tell the honest truth, there’s no way I can be friends with anybody in this township.”

Amanda bent forward, picked up the sock and the darning mushroom and looked with amusement at the typical male botch James had been making of the simple job.

“May I?” She began drawing the needle neatly back and forth across the heel of the sock.

James seemed astonished and then even more upset: “Miss Shilling, please don’t do that. It’s right civil of you but where I come from we kind of think it’s important to return civility with civility and I can’t do that - not here and not now.”

“Mmmm.” Amanda looked up from the sock. “You’re talking about the gunpowder, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am. To tell the truth I was only supposed to take my patrol up river on a reconnaissance mission. But when we saw a side-wheeler flying a gunpowder warning flag and putting into a village under our noses without hardly a Yankee soldier in sight, well, I guess we just had to up and take our chance. So here we are.”

“Yes, so here you are. And what happens next?”

“Today and tonight we rest ourselves and our horses, water them, and feed them on the forage we found aboard. We’ll fill our saddlebags from the US army rations here as well. Then, tomorrow morning, we’ll turn your men folk loose and tell them to step lively out of the village as quick as ever they can. And thirty minutes later we’ll have to set fire to this fine boat.”

Amanda nodded in calm understanding. “And when all the gunpowder in the hold explodes half of our houses will get flattened. And all those bales of fodder will get blown into the air, most of them on fire I suppose, and crash down on the roofs of the rest of the village like a shower of burning comets. I doubt that a house in the entire settlement won’t get blown over or burnt to the ground. A fine way to make war, Lieutenant.”

“Miss Shilling, if I were to leave the powder intact, it could be used to kill hundreds of Confederate soldiers. My own troopers would probably hang me if I were to leave here without getting rid of it. And there’s no way they’ll care overmuch about what happens to your village. Talk about the horrors of war to Grant, to Sherman, to the folks in Atlanta, but don’t waste your breath talking about them to my boys. They know only too well what your blue belly armies are doing down South.”

Amanda nodded, rotated the mushroom in her fingers and began cross weaving the wool across the hole.

“Suppose you were to bore some holes in the bottom of the Henrietta and set her adrift. She’d sink and your job would be done, wouldn’t it?”

“Ma’am, if you were to come out onto the bridge with me I could show you a dozen mud banks in sight of this landing stage. Were I to push the boat out into the current it’s as likely as not she’d run up onto the mud somewhere and stay there high and dry. Maybe she’d never steam again but the Yankee army would soon salvage the powder and all the other supplies on board.”

“Set a powder train to explode the powder and then let the Henrietta drift away.”

“Ma’am, Miss Shilling, powder trains are dangerous and not very reliable. The only way I can be sure of doing the job is to start a fire myself in the lower cabins, a fire I know can’t be put out, and then jump on my horse and gallop away as quickly as I can. That’s why I asked you to come here. I want you to explain to the women folk hereabouts how things stand and to tell them get what valuables they can out of their houses before dawn tomorrow.”

“Without the men to help us, we couldn’t move much at all. Not that the collection of oldsters and loafers you’ve imprisoned here on the Henrietta would amount to much help anyway - all the real men are away fighting in the war on one side or the other. Besides, what’s the use of moving out valuables if we’re left with no roofs over our heads?”

A dimple appeared in James’s chin as he set it firmly against her blandishments: “Ma’am, I’m plumb sorry, but a warning is the best I can do for you.”

“Mmmmm . . .” Amanda lifted up her eyes again, fastening them directly on the officer’s. “But suppose you started the fire and then had the Henrietta poled out away from the wharf? There’d at least be a chance she’d drift far enough away so as not to damage the village when she exploded.”

“Ma’am! Ma’am!” James pulled on his whiskers with exasperation. “Can’t you see how dangerous such a thing would be? I’ve nineteen men here and it would need every one of them to pole out a boat this size smartly enough to stand a chance of getting it away and down river before the fire reached the powder barrels. I’d be risking my entire command just to save some civilians’ houses. The boys would think I was as mad as a meat axe if I was to suggest such a thing to them. I’m sorry, but this isn’t the kind of war with any chivalry left in it. Maybe it started out like that but all the gallant knights in blue and gray have been buried at Bull Run and Sharpsburg and a thousand other places. Nowadays there’s nothing left but spite and dirty dealings.”

“Alright, James, let’s talk about dirty dealings then. By the by, have you got a pair of scissors?”

The Southerner blinked in surprise at her words, then reached out to a small roll of canvas on the coffee table and spread it out. From one of the pockets inside the roll he withdrew a small pair of scissors. Amanda took them from his fingers and neatly clipped off the threads from the sock.

“There. Now, suppose your men were to agree to take the risk of poling out the Henrietta when she was on fire. Would that change matters?”

The officer shook his head in despair at her stubbornness: “Miss Shilling, they plain won’t, and even if they did, I wouldn’t let them. Losing men in a war is bad enough, but getting them killed just in trying to save a few houses would be plumb crazy.”

“Mmmm. . .” Amanda stood up, still holding the repaired sock. “James, why don’t you stretch yourself out on that couch. Put your feet up on the arm rest and I’ll see if that other sock needs darning as well.”

James blinked, his blue eyes puzzled: “What?”

“Please lie down on the couch, Lieutenant. I’ve got some more things to say to you yet. In the meantime, I’ll take a look at that other sock. Now don’t be shy and just spread yourself out.” She walked over and patted the red tinged cowhide back of the couch. “Come on, James, relax. You’ve earned it. And whilst you’re resting we’ll discuss a very ancient legend. Believe me, you’ll find it interesting.”

James had stood up when she had but was still hesitating: “What legend would that be, Miss Shilling?”

“The legend about the rape of the Sabine Women, Lieutenant Lee, sir.”

He was still confused, but certainly interested. At least she had no doubt now that the Lieutenant was a man with a normal man’s interest in women. “What?”

“If you want to hear the story you must lie down like a good boy.” Amanda’s coyness tempted him, his feet moved across the carpet. Then a sudden suspicious thought turned his head towards the coffee table and the belt on it. Amanda smiled as she followed his thoughts.

“Don’t worry, Lieutenant, I’ve no intention of playing the Charlotte Corday to your Marat. I’m not going to try to shoot you with your pistol or stab you with your own saber.”

The officer smiled in embarrassment, more so as the school teacher picked up two cushions from a chair and put them down on one end of the couch. She patted them invitingly and smiled again. The Lieutenant found the invitation irresistible. He stretched out on the couch and rested his head on the cushions. Yet his arms remained stiffly by his side as he watched Amanda. She bent over him and tweaked the cushions a little, smiling at him.

“You remember the legend about the Sabine women, James?”

“Yes. The story goes that when Rome was first founded the city didn’t have enough women and so they tried to buy some brides from a nearby tribe called the Sabines. But the tribe wouldn’t sell them any, so the Romans kidnapped the women they wanted.”

“That’s right, Lieutenant, that’s right.”

She straightened again and walked around the couch until she was at the other end of it, looking down at his face. He trembled in surprise as he felt her fingers stroke the soles of his feet, one bare, the other still with a sock on it. Then his eyes widened further as she knelt down and rubbed his feet harder.

“Oh dear, James, I’m afraid this is another holy sock to match your boot’s sole. I’d better take it off as well.”

She felt his leg quivering as she ran her fingernails over it, gently drawing off the strongly smelling sock. In truth, although the stench was strong touching the man’s foot was making her catch her breath in excitement. She was astonished to find herself acting so brazenly and even enjoying it.

“Miss Shilling, this ain’t right. You shouldn’t be doing that and I know I stink like a polecat because I’ve hardly been out of my saddle for a week ‘cept to sleep.”

“My name is Amanda, Lieutenant, and that’s what you must call me. Amanda.”

She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his instep, his left one. Then she did the same to the right one.

“Is this what you get your slave girls in Georgia to do for you, James?”

The Southerner gave a bark of laughter: “School teachers can’t afford slaves, Amanda. You should know that. Especially not slave girls.”

“But if you did have them, would you like them to do this to you?” This time she put out her tongue and flicked it over the bottom of his feet.

“Yes, I guess I would at that, Amanda.” His voice was deeper, almost grunting.

“Do you think the Romans made the Sabine women do this for them after they’d stolen them? Before they got down to the serious business of turning them from virgins into wives?”

James gasped in astonishment: “By crackey, you sure are the boldest school marm that ever I’ve met!”

“One of those houses out there is mine, James. Every cent I’ve got in the world is invested in it. I guess this is a time when I need to be bold.”

She ran her tongue along the toes on his right foot as if she was drawing a paint brush along a picket fence. The officer stirred again and lifted his hands to cover the growing bulge in his pants.

“Leave it be, James. I like seeing it standing up so proud. Are you thinking about using it as if you were my husband?”

“Lord, Amanda, I’d love to but I’ve told you the truth. The men wouldn’t let me risk their lives to save this village, no matter how much you pleasured me.”

Amanda stood up again, smiling: “I know you’re telling the truth, James, and I respect you for it. But do you remember the last part of the legend? How the Sabine men came to fight to get their women back but then the women themselves stepped in and said they were living happily in Rome and wanted peace?”

“I remember.”

“Good.”

Amanda spread out her skirts and knelt down again, by his side. She undid her bonnet ribbons, carefully took off the hat and put it aside. Her right hand settled as gently as a humming bird on the fork of the thick army pants, her palm lying on the obvious sign of his aroused manhood.

“Suppose your soldiers were offered a bargain, James? That they could do whatever they liked with all the good looking women in this village for tonight, if only they’d agree to try to save the village tomorrow morning. Not much of a peace, but one long enough to try to push this steamer way from the wharf once it’s on fire.” Her fingers closed around his shaft and rubbed it gently. “If they’d agree to a bargain like that, would you agree as well?”

“I - I don’t know.”

Amanda’s fingers undid the belt around his pants, loosening it and then pulling it apart.

“Think about it, James. For one night you could be another Caeser. Rows of helpless women chained and kneeling in front of you, begging for mercy. Do you think you’ll ever get another chance like that in your entire life? Shall I tell you what sort of a play I’m planning on staging for you?”

Amanda plucked open the top button of the uniform pants as she was speaking. If the secret of talking to a mule was to get its attention, there was no doubt that Lieutenant Lee’s ears were as pricked as much as any mule’s could be. And that sure wasn’t the only place he was pricked up.

She turned her head and smiled at him: “If you’ll listen to me I’ll undo all these buttons for you.”

“Do tell, Amanda, do tell!”

“What you should do is search the Henrietta and I daresay you’ll find plenty of chains and neck irons on her someplace. Nobody is ever going to transport another coffle of slaves