He makes me remember. My body remembers. My senses remember. Why Paris?It is where I came of age. Have you ever been there? If so, you will understand... Perhaps your city is a different one. But Paris was mine. It is a city of innate sensuality. It is unmistakably real, with palpable beauty. Not like some other cities, whose realities are harsh and dirty and damaging. Paris’ beauty lives in the moment and in the senses. Its only harshness is that it is a place where you must find yourself, or. After several minutes you pulled me off your nipple and placed my throbbing cock in your mouth and sucked so hard it felt like my cock was in a vacuum cleaner. I came in no time. "That was a good job slave, but I need to cum some more". You laid down on the bed and wrapped one hand around me and rammed me head first into your gigantic pussy. Your massive cunt muscles began to squeeze me tighter and tighter as you rammed me in and out with greater and greater speed. Finally, you exploded in a. I asked Bernita if she could cut strips about 22’ long. She said that she thought she could. I said we would need 12 strips for each hackamore and we would need about 10 hackamores to be made. I also said that with the extra tribes coming over the next two days, she should have plenty of hides to use as she could just use the old door hides from the huts. We had 26 hides from Joulnar’s camp, Dignar would have about 42, then Grunto had 15 huts and Valkorla had 18 huts, so we would have about 75. How I'd no option but to dress again in the morningand how I was forced to serve breakfast to Holding and Kerry and made tostand there as they made love to each other, then the final humiliationof Kerry teasing my cock and sticking her finger up my arse and forcingme to drink my own cum. How I'd escaped but lost the few clothes I'd had.By the end I was in tears. Lucy held me and soothed me until I fell in toa deep sleep.ThursdayIt was late when I awoke, the room empty. I put the dressing gown.