I let out a muffled ‘fo fuck’s ssake’, which again is met with a thunderous disapproving look.Your attention is on my hand all over again and yo...’re making me pleasure myself. My body is burning with lust, anger and shame. I do not enjoy masturbating in front of anyone and you know it. You never requested it before, so why now?You make me dip my finger into my honeypot again and temporarily remove the panties from my mouth. You coerce me to taste myself. I know the rules by now and try to. He kicked his shoes and shorts away and threw me over his shoulder to carry me to his bedroom.He flung me down onto the mattress, making the pillows bounce back up with me. He knelt in front of me and lifted each leg, kissing my thighs as he unzipped my boots and threw them to the side. My pants were swept off before I could blink, then he crawled up between my legs, wrapping them around him. He reached over to the side for a condom, rolled it on, and squirted some lube on the end. He used his. That I REALLY liked about her. Butthere was so much more I wanted to learn."Erica, do you, uh, ever need to shave?" Moi? Shave? Such a dirty word!" she giggled. "I like the word'electrolysis' so much better? And waxing! Real women don't shave,Sandra."I thought that was so funny, seeing as most real women do just that totheir bodies, all the time."I don't shave," I said. "But I've never had to do much with my face -just a bit of waxing on my chin and upper lip. My legs and crotch alwaysneed help. Twenty men could not ride five hundred miles on twenty horses. Each man had at least two favorite horses he used. All the men except me. I hated all the ugly, stupid, smelly beast equally. I rode whatever horse was available. I didn't like one any better than another.The Indian and I rode north all day. We rode at a pace about three times as fast as the slow moving cattle. With the Indian I had learned to eat in the saddle. If I stopped to take care of necessities, I had to ride harder to catch.