“Are you going to gush for me again, slut? Come on, bitch, I wanna feel you squirt all over my hand.” He growled. Beth had no trouble complying ...nd as Reid’s fingers kneaded her insides roughly a hot jet of cum gushed out to soak his hand. He did not stop however and as Beth moaned louder and louder, wave after wave of cum lapped over his hands to soak the bed where he knelt. “You are such a dirty fucking slut, making such a fucking mess, aren't you?”“Oh fuck, yes, Sir. I am, Sir!” She. I stroked her hair as she kissed my tits, gently guiding, but not pushing her lower. She didn’t resist, but kissed gently lower to my flat stomach, licking at my belly button. It felt wonderfully erotic as her velvet tongue kissed my body, and I took my own breast in my hand, kneading it as she kissed lower. Finally, she reached my mound, and kissed at my pubic hair. I arched my back a little, giving her easy access to my wet slit. I felt a twinge through my body as her lips touched my pussy. " John couldn't recall who had told him, but somebody had, that "sleep is a funny thing".Somebody had continued that statement with; "Every human being, male or female, young or old, smart or stupid, even weak or strong, had something in common." John had tried many times, without much success, to summon the memory of who had told him this."And that something is sleep. You see, we're all slaves to our beauty sleep, or in some unfortunate cases, our grumpy sleep."John had long since resigned. As the very woman she'd entrusted to bring her the boar hog now pulled her long leaf jungle skirt up. Reached into the bag she carried as the same hands that grabbed Ellen had now grabbed her legs pulling them widely apart and tying them back under the log securing her solidly around the huge tree. Ellen was trying to scream out:: "Let me go, oh whwwhat aaarrrree you dddoing to meee?" Then she saw the village woman tying what looked like some wild.