' You better step it up." A look of panic washed over her and she began to blow my dick much faster. She pushed her head further down, wetting it and ...icking it. The muffled sounds of her crying turned me on. I pressed the gun down on her head, causing her to increase the pace even more. She was sucking me off good now and I felt myself getting close. "Look at me!" I screamed, channeling my inner Joker. She got startled but did as I said. I then pulled her head off my dick and ordered her to. The woman did not look strong, but amazingly was. She could be strong if she had to, such as in this case, where she was required to drag the 200 pound beast to the village. Yet, she could also be extremely gentle, such as at the feast that would take place later today. The woman put her spear into its slots and dragged the dead jaguar for a solid half-hour to the center of the village as was needed, and exhaustedly laid upon the ground, using the animal as a cushion. The woman lay upon the. 'I dont know', I remember saying, that was when I sensed he was doing some behind me, his fumbling against my skirt and buttocks, was a surprise, and yet again not a surprise, a girl cannot show her love of men's genitalia, and not expect a reaction, even from a man as old as grandfather, his quickening breathing alerted me to immediacy, and I turned and said, 'Let me granddad'. I pretty much had the run of the place after that early morning play, still an inquisitive girl, I ventured into a. Everyone was milling around, finding seats, talking. Some of them stared openly at Holly, but only a few. Most of the rest at least tried to not be obvious about checking her out, but Holly still felt like a piece of meat. Like an object. The more people looked, the more humiliated she felt, and the more moist her pussy got. Suddenly, a man entered the room and begun to walk resolutely from the door in the back down the aisle and up to the front. As he did, everyone else (except Holly, of.