9
SULLY
Leaving the brothel, when there was a perfectly good bed and a very sated bride, was a hard task. Miss Rose had horses, ready and waiting for us to take to Bridgewater. We’d ridden out with some simple provisions, but it was only a few hours to Bridgewater and we made it—without any issue—by lunchtime. Of course, thinking of Mary’s p***y with a little patch of blond hair, my seed trickling from it, and the dark base of the ass plug parting her cheeks had me hard the entire way. It was an uncomfortable way to travel. I wanted to take Mary right to our home and keep her naked and in bed for at least a week to assuage the need I had for her, but we had to assume Benson would not relent where Mary was concerned.
He did not know more than my last name, so it would take time, even wit
