<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Marguerite_Tuerny01.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 1, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Gǒu<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nathan Hunter, Closed<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://m.cdn.blog.hu/sz/szexcsatakanno/image/Triszt%C3%A1n7/Steamy-Cowgirl-Position-Variations-IV-9486.jpg)</div>She lifted her arms high up over and behind her head and arched her back as he pulled up the dirty smock, the silhouette of her perfect breasts stood stark on the side of the tent before he finally untangled her arms from the garment and moved in on her, his face buried into the nape of her neck just below the ear.  Thick strands of jet black hair filled his mouth, brushing his lips as he made his whispered apologies.<strong>"[Don't apologize.]"</strong>She scolded, her voice more melodious and somehow more sultry as she spoke her flawless French.<strong>"[You had nothing to do with it.]"</strong>She embraced him lightly, deft fingers trailing along the side of his neck and down the slope of his shoulders and along his arms before finally finding the buttons along the front of his shirt.<br/><br/>Whispering her reply.  She didn't bother to hide her slight level of surprise.<strong>"[Aren't you a lawman?]"</strong>She asked.<strong>"[I signed a contract when I first came here - wouldn't it be your job to return me here if I violate the contract?]"</strong>She deftly undid his collar, and then the front of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders with a vigorous jerk and push that sent badly suppressed Chinese whispers echoing into the enclosure.  She'd made that move before, and those outside recognized it.<br/><br/>Despite her objection, she considered the implications of his proposal - her nights were every bit as busy as her days, and she was never alone at night.  But if she was with Po... Po was a bit older than the others, and... well, he wasn't really interested in her.  His real interest was Rooster.  Not that he knew it himself, or would ever reveal those feelings even if he realized he had them.  She didn't see why everyone failed to notice the way his stared at the big cock, but such an interest was even more harshly viewed among the Chinese than it was by Americans.  So Po.  He'd fuck her of course, but he'd finish fast and then go to sleep.  So if it was Po's turn, then the marshal's plan could work.<strong>"[Not most nights.]"</strong>She finally answered his question.<strong>"[Two nights from now I could.]"</strong><br/><br/>Once she had the shirt off his shoulders and halfway down his arms she shoved him back, straddling him in the process.  Sitting atop him, her lovely silhouette again fell across the canvas of the tent - full globes wobbled as she arched her back and rolled her shoulders to thrust her slender ribcage and its heavy burden forward, the nipples atop those shapely mounds so firmly erect the nubs stood out in the profile painted against the canvas. Throwing herself forward from the deep back-arch, she fell along his body, her soft tits mashing into his hard chest as she appeared to devour the man under her, her face buried against his rough jaw.<br/><br/>She continued to speak as she nibbled along his jawline.<strong>"[Are you sure you want to do this?]"</strong>She asked, small white teeth nipping playfully at his ear, pulling at the lobe until it elastically freed itself from her toothy grasp.  Still in her trousers, she ground her sex into his pelvis, dry humping him with a vigor that sent her slender frame aquiver and a-wobble.