" Mayoni reached over and gave Keona a quick kiss on his cheek before starting to unpack the tent. Keona dropped into his usual routine of gathering t...e evening meal. The darkness and the rocky ground provided few pickings, but he found some roots that he finally decided would have to do. Mayoni had the tent set up by the time he returned to the campsite.They had spent the last eight days walking the three bikes across the last of the northern plateau. The weather had turned unseasonably warm,. The only interesting tit-bit that I read was that each year a man would find his wife at the festival. There were no more details about this. Due to this I called Stacey to say no but she told me that both times she had gone it was really exciting and was something I shouldn’t miss. I was still unsure but she promised me that she would look after me personally and ensure I was looked after fully for the whole time. The way she said this had me intrigued and for some reason I felt my dick. ”“Oh, no, that won’t do,” Anna said. “That gold I gave you is special to us.”She started to turn my way when I put the gold bar I’d been carrying on the counter, and slid it towards him. He added the bar to the one in his hands and nodded his head.“Just so that there’s no confusion, you want the jewelry made only from the gold in these two bars, and nothing else.”Anna was starting to nod her head then stopped. “The only gold I want in the jewelry is what you’re holding in your hand. I want. This was too slow for the bull though (as he was in control) and so he grasped her white hips and whilst pulling her back, he thrust in as deep as he could, watching his cock fill her up. 'Oh god,' She screamed, as the cock filled her to the hilt again, each thrust bringing on a wave of pleasure, building in its ferocity. She was moaning now. No screaming. Poor sissy faggot - he had never had that from her. Sissy watched as his woman was taken from him. Watched as she became lost in desire..