.. we aren't wearing any!" Yeah!" Shelley's voice had an odd tone. "The worst we can expect is... rape!"The beast was whining almost steadily and he w...s advancing slowly, cautiously, toward them. They dared not move at all. Finally his muzzle was inches from Shelley's upturned ass, and the moist, black patch of his nose moved very slowly into the crease between her curvaceous buns, and his tongue lashed out to taste the flavor of her asshole.She squealed softly as thrills rippled through her,. “I haven’t forgotten Martin but we must be careful, are you still willing to help me my promise?” I looked into her eyes and tried not to blush and said “I am.” As we spoke I could feel my groin straining, God, if this is what it’s like just talking to her how am I going to cope with her touching me? “OK, Barry is away from Tuesday night. He says he is going to some conference or other...still not sure if I believe him but I truly am past caring,” she said rather sadly. “Not your problem though. "You stand accused of first degree murder and rape of a minor. How doyou plead?" My voice is clear and full of authority superseding mybody's years.Still dazed the man looks up at me. With my sweet freckled face,shoulder length red hair, and nimble body which weighed not much overninety pounds, no one would ever believe that I'd beaten and hog-tiedthe man who would have dominated me in just about every way if we'd beenplaced in a ring together.Those people didn't know me."How do you plead?". Flint taught Glade much about the customs of the shaman that was both comprehensive and astounding.It was Glade's first introduction to shamanism as it was practiced in the northern lands. Tribes in the southern lands also had shamans, but they were not normally held in the same great reverence as those of the northern lands. In the southern lands, they were the custodians of the tribe's wisdom from one generation to the next and they understood the mystical significance of the sacred rituals.