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felt. As she suckled, I
envisioned Brack’s lips on me. I could almost feel the roughness of
his beard. “Oh,” I breathed. “You’re a bad…bad bandit.”
    Her hand skimmed lower, drifting to my mound.
“You’re very wet ma’am. I’ve heard ladies like to hide things here.
I’m gonna have to check you carefully.”
    My clitoris was in such a state, that, when
she pressed against it, I could feel it shifting. “Brack!” The
sound of his name on my lips, uttered in a moment of sexual
excitement, was scandalizing.
    “Say my name again,” she grated.
    I tossed my head from side to side. “Oh, no,
no, no, no.”
    “I think you’re hiding something, Miss. I
don’t think it’s jewels either.”
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    I lifted my head off the bed to stare at her.
I caught sight of Millie on the chair. Her nightgown was bunched
around her knees, and her hand was in her crotch, presumably
fingering the inner recesses of her cunt. Knowing that we had
affected her in this manner added yet another level of wantonness
to this already depraved scene.
    “Say my name again!” Her finger slid between
swollen lips, which were so bloated, they pressed together.
    Whatever resistance I had been able to
maintain melted. “Brack…”
    “That’s it. Now you’re mine.” She sat up
quickly, discarding her jacket. “It sure is hot in here.” She
continued to sound low and raspy, trying to emulate a man. “Now
spread those pretty legs, lady. I’m gonna have to investigate every
little bit of what you got here.”
    “Oh, my…goodness…”
    She blew gently across my skin, the coldness
of the effect highlighting how wet I had become. As her tongue
skimmed over my nub, her hands slid up my chest, reaching for my
breasts. My nipples were rolled and pinched, the sensations leaving
me weak and gasping. My eyes were closed, and all I could think
about was the train robber. If we had been alone, would things have
gone this far? It was a shame that I would never see him again. His
sort ended up shot by the law or hung by the courts.
    But…none of that mattered now. “Oh,
Brack…”
    “I think you’re lying to me, lady. I think
you’re hiding something deep inside here. I’m gonna get to the
bottom of it.”
    If I hadn’t been so aroused, the sound of her
voice would have been amusing and her words even more so. The
situation was ridiculous, but my body’s reaction to her touch
wasn’t a joke. We had taken a deliciously naughty path from which
none of us wanted to deviate. Firm fingers drove through the silky
wetness of my pussy, sinking in deeply. She wiggled them, twisting
around and massaging me intimately. With a skill that matched
Millie’s, her tongue prodded, pushing and manipulating my clit,
creating a burst of tiny flitters that fanned out from my core.
    “Brack!”
    The game was now over. The attention she paid
my lower anatomy had grown very serious indeed. She was fully
invested in pleasuring me, her fingers rubbing and moving in my
tight tunnel. I touched her scalp, urging her on. I began to pant,
my chest rising and falling, as if I had just dashed out of the way
of a moving carriage.
    “Oh-OH! Oh, my…goodness…gracious…” I caught a
glimpse of Millie, slumped against the chair, working her cunt
feverishly. She was nearing her peak. “Oh, you bad bandit.
Bad…”
    Isabelle tried to push three fingers into me,
but the snugness of the orifice wouldn’t allow it, so she continued
with two, reaming me thoroughly. I wanted to hold off the orgasm
for a few minutes longer, but my body had other ideas. I arched my
back, moaning uncontrollably.
    “Brack! Oh, God, Brack!”
    My nerve endings burst wide open like Chinese
fireworks on the Fourth of July. I grasped the bedspread, clutching
the material, while I convulsed helplessly, the springs creaking
loudly.
    “Oh, bless…me…” moaned Millie, in the
clutches of her own release.
    When I peaked at the room, I saw my soon to
be