”“I travel light, but let us see what trade we can make.”“How many repeaters?” Pahayoko asked, pointing at the rifles on Bain’s three anim...ls.Bain’s head dropped as he sucked in air hard. He looked at the Indian and shook his head. “I need rifles for hunting.”“We trade men for guns,” the Indian insisted, folding his arms at chest. “Henry rifles, I need Henrys.”“I’ll trade you two guns and 50 rounds, for the five men,” Bain relented.“How many guns you have?”“Repeaters?”The Indian nodded. Bain. My legs were far apart. I felt something against my pussy. I could see him in the faint light, holding his dick with one hand and rubbing it up and down over my pussy lips. I wanted whatever was making me feel so good to go on forever! Then I felt it intruding into me. I had a moment of fear, but his mouth went over mine again. It was hard to breathe. My head was spinning because I sensed something wasn't right, this was all going too fast. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I wasn't ready. Ok, I only lopped and chopped around one-twenty, but that still averages one every forty minutes for my waking hours. I am certain Ms. Tiger was keeping score, she seemed entirely too smug in the cock of her whiskers.I was severely shaken at one point, it had been pretty easy for me to dehumanize the brain dead, because- well, quite frankly, they were pretty inhuman. However, I really felt soul sickened to have to lop one pretty young thing, still attractive beneath her slack features and dull. I just want you to think about it. Do you try to look nice for the women who will see you?”“No,” she said. She frowned. “At least I don’t think so.” Something about that nagged at her a little bit. “Why are you asking me these questions?”“Well,” he said. “I think about things from a male perspective. I don’t really understand women very well, even though I’ve lived with eight of them for most of my life. It’s just that I think your husband is reacting to things the same way you are, really. I.