"We are not at Wimbledon, Captain."Although it was seven years since I had last been at BATUS I hoped that Eddy Two Bears, the Pikani brave who had be...ome my blood brother, was still working as a Tribal Policeman in the area, and would soon make contact. However it was Thunder Face – or to give him his correct name, Face like a Thunder Cloud – who had been a fellow Sweat Lodge Ritual participant, who showed up in the cook house one breakfast time, about a week after our arrival. He was well. I had him satisfy me in every way you could possibly think of, and quite a few you couldn’t. I used him like a toy right in front of her eyes. She cried and screamed and begged, but he was all mine by then, following my every command.” She slowly, slowly worked a manicured finger inside Mary’s pussy. “What really got her, though, was when I gave her husband the key to her handcuffs and told him that he could either release her and take her away from here, or use her while she was lying there,. He could hear her sexual moan escaping from her ruby mouth while she sat astride on him. He could see her long graceful legs and felt the sensation of light pumping on his erection. Was this all in his mind? But how could it be, because he could smell her perfume, a hint of night blooming flowers, vanilla and musk. He closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. When he opened his eyes again he saw her full lips devouring his cock again. She sat astride on him once more, pulling out, rubbing her. We often go out socializing with the work guys, and she ranted and raved that she’d never be able to look them in the face again. (Mind you, when the time did come again, she said that she was so embarrassed at the thought that they’d seen her photos, but we nevertheless still went out with them all.)The upshot of it all was that she got rid of just about all of my photos, and refused to pose for any more.That really curtailed activities in that direction, and I wished that.