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didn’t involve her. She could easily convince herself – and often did – that it was only wrong if you actually did something with someone else. But watching and, in private, masturbating, were entirely different matters.
    Marie and Jane now sat naked on the narrow seat. Marie’s nipples were strong and dark brown, which contrasted nicely with Jane’s which were soft and bright pink. Marie fondled her own breasts as she looked at Belinda while Jane licked a middle finger, slipped it inside herself and made little moaning noises. Belinda watched with a small smile, as that of an old lady tolerating some high-spirited but harmless urchins. She was trying to ignore the tingling that was developing in the region at the top of her thighs.
    â€˜Excellent, ladies!’ cried Oliver. ‘Keep our guest entertained while Tim and I explore her hinterland. Stand up girl!’ he added sharply to Belinda, whose face drained of colour.
    â€˜I’m sorry?’ she asked coolly.
    â€˜On your feet, woman!’ he repeated with some annoyance, his face turning almost as purple as the tip of his cock.
    â€˜I don’t think you quite understand,’ retorted Belinda. ‘I don’t mind what you all do for fun, but I’m not inclined to join in. I did, after all, come to America in search of a new start in life.’
    â€˜So you used to do this sort of thing back in merry old England, then?’ Tim put in quickly and perceptively.
    â€˜Ah ha!’ cried Oliver with a fat grin. ‘What d’you say to that, then?’
    â€˜I’m sorry, I don’t have to say anything,’ stammered Belinda, blushing violently and briskly removing Jane’s hand from her leg.
    â€˜I think we’d better get the driver to stop,’ snarled Marie. ‘English women obviously don’t know the meaning of the word gratitude. If she can’t stand a little bit of fun in return for a ride and a meal and lodging then it’s best she gets out and walks.’
    â€˜Hear bloody hear!’ jeered Oliver whilst Tim and Jane made similar noises of agreement.
    Belinda was horrified at the thought of being dumped in the passing wilderness. She hesitated.
    â€˜Oh, come on old girl,’ wheedled Tim. ‘Just as far as the next coach house. You can stay overnight and tomorrow you can do what you like. How’s that sound?’
    Belinda considered. She sighed. She nodded. She had little choice. She stood up and faced the ladies, to raucous cheers and whoops from her new friends.
    Jane and Marie played their part with gusto. Each one leant back as much as possible and gazed into Belinda’s face whilst playing with their breasts and stroking their thighs with extravagant movements.
    Belinda gasped with surprise as she felt a hand at each of her ankles. Glancing quickly behind she saw that Tim was starting to tickle her legs. Her knees banged involuntarily together at the sensation of the two hands stroking their way up towards her thighs. Standing inside the lurching stagecoach, looking down on two beautiful girls masturbating whilst a handsome man’s hands stroked their way up her inner thigh, it was not surprising that Belinda should secretly feel, for the first time in a couple of years, that she was approaching heaven. Her morals had been suspended due to the overwhelming nature of her plight and circumstances, and when Timothy finally grasped her vagina from behind, pressing the flat of his hand hard against it whilst his middle finger drummed against her jumping clitoris, she knew she was truly in paradise. She moaned and abandoned all her mental resistance.
    By the time Jane and then Marie had also enjoyed a turn at putting their hands up Belinda’s dress to fondle and tickle her concealed sex she was almost delirious with desire.
    â€˜Oh my god! Oh my god!’ she heard Timothy groan, and when she turned around she saw he was masturbating faster and faster, his