"Nice ass boy. Your cherry ass belongs to me, understand? I nodded and he instructed me to lie on my back with my legs in the air while he rubbed some...lube into my asshole, first with one finger then another. He positioned his dick against my asshole and pushed. I winced against the sharp pain. Several more inches went in before I screamed out. Charles looked angry. "Look white boy you know you wanted me to plug your pretty ass for a long time. Don't fight it or I'll really tear up your ass.". Shoulder length hair in odd bands of gray and black hung loosely about his head, restrained by an intricately beaded headband. His clothing was typical for the the western U.S. ranching region, but his footwear was not. His tanned leather moccasins, high-topped and laced in the style of a rider's leggings, decorated in intricate bead work designs, were not at all typical of modern western wear among anyone, let alone a white man.The elderly investigator studied the photos. The manner of. " It affected me. Her pleasure was like a lure. If she could have it--why not me, too? I had all my life stifled my lusts. The burning was in me, too." In a dream, in a dream, I opened my clothes and fingered my teats. While my daughter wallowed on the floor in obscene spasms of pleasure, I plunged my hand to my core and found myself shamefully wet." I was dizzy. The room swirled. I heard a roaring. I was suddenly on the floor with her. She lay quiet and I took the thing from her. I pulled it. There Cecilia was still sleeping so Marion walked over to her and woke her up with water to the face. “Hey time to get up!” barked Marion. Luke just stood back and laughed. Marion was starting to sound like some of his drill instructors. This time Luke fixed breakfast for everyone. Cecilia had bags under her eyes; she really hated mornings. By the time breakfast had been eaten, Cecilia was beginning to function and she had some questions for Marion as they were finishing packing. “Hey.