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power was dedicated to her family and her ferns, not interesting sex with strangers.
        She resorted to a simple daily antidote to it all, one tall frosty glass of especially strong and smelly apple cider. As she drank from the cool glass she let the bubbles filter throughout her mouth, dancing off her tongue. Practicing her own brand of mindfulness she let herself visualize each of the bubbles harboring a piece of her world’s confusions and contradictions. As the plinking circles of frustration tickled the roof of her mouth, her mind finally began to clear.
        The heat at the top of her thighs now began to build as she thought of David’s arrival. Her mind raced back and forth jostling between the anticipation of David to recalling the men working at the river earlier in the day. She settled it on her recollection of watching the men work today.
        During her lunch break, she took a harmless walk to check the progress of the aqueduct and say hello to David. Searching for a view of David, she was distracted by the men at work. She watched their back muscles bulge while they threw stones up to the masons on the scaffolding, and she became lost in the beauty of their bodies. Lillian couldn’t resist and in the sunshine on the work site, she allowed her fingers a few touches of herself. Drawing her hand up underneath her skirt and circling herself over the top of her panties in front of all the men gave her rush of both adrenaline and pleasure. She knew they were too busy to notice or even if they did chances are what she was doing wouldn’t even register. 
         Lying on her bed, she remembered how her fingers and the view of the men took control over of her, drawing her further into the part of her brain that crackled with thrill. She forgot she was even looking for David and why she was there in the first place.
         Alone at home and waiting for the real thing with her glass of cider running through her now, she indulged herself. Changing the actual ending from a couple minute thrill and a brisk walk back to the village, she now instead imagined laying herself on the smooth hardened river stones.
          Spreading her legs and pulling up her skirt she received the full attention of the men. Closing her eyes, she would let let them all have her right there on the stone flats. She imagined the din of belt buckles clicking on the stones. Then the muffled conversation in the background as they jostled for position, each man readying himself for his turn to descend upon her. Just as she visualized the first man lowering himself to her and letting his calloused hands have full reign over the parting of her legs she was jolted out of her scene by David's own hand touching her shoulder.
          Her fantasy was as amusing as it was improbable. The men in the Colony were rule followers and stuck to their lot of wives and of life. She liked to fantasize about the bodies of the Colony men mixed with the undisciplined dispositions of the men at the Capitol. Perhaps out of frustration or fun, but either way it was always a good recipe for clearing her mind of the world.
          Still smelling of the same river and his beard dusty with limestone, David’s hands covered hers and closed over them both. He then pinned her hands behind her back, and let his massive frame lay on top of her. Helpless and surprised she let herself surrender to his strength. They fell deeper into the mattress together. With his weight pressing down against her, she could feel the pulse of his cock, building in size, throbbing for her. She laid with him in a submissive embrace waiting for him to penetrate her.
         "I want to clean up first," he barked. "And then I want to fuck you how ever I please."
          She heard the water running in the bathroom, and she allowed her mind to drift again. The river scene now felt juvenile, having this chunk of man and his thickness all to herself made her quiver with