He showed her how to load the magazine and fire the weapon."I'm a pretty good shot with my pump action .22 rifle," she said, "have to be if I want fre...h meat."She recorded no hits despite all her efforts."I'm not very good at this, I'm I?" she said."It take practice," he said, trying to encourage her.Then out of the blue she got a hit. It was only at 10 yards distance but she was ecstatic. His side started to hurt so he let her carry on. After 10 full magazines she was hitting more than she was. She struggled to undo her pants so he could scratch her bare ass."Oh yes, Parsons, yes!" she cried as at last she felt his fingers digging into her naked ass cheeks. The itch was gone and she was floating in a peaceful, ecstatic fog."Oh God yessssssssss," she murmured.Then with a blink she came back to herself. Parsons was there, looking concerned, a hand on her shoulder as if he feared she might fall. She looked at him questioning, then down at herself. Down at her damp, auburn-thatched. I discretely still kept rubbing my cock whilst signing for the item and blew my load right there in front of the courier. He walked off none the wiser at what I'd just done but I felt so damn naughty and good that I quickly took a picture of both my soaked dressing gown and cock to the guy. He replied straight away real desperately with "God I wish I was there! We should meet up!". I felt a little uneasy at this proposal as I haven't ever met anyone, let alone had a sexual encounter as I was. Eventually the Great Spirits took pity on her for she passed into the black where even fear and pain did not exist.When she regained consciousness she discovered herself lying in his furs, her body covered with soft skins moistened with a soothing liquid. She cringed in fear when he approached her, but instead of meeting her with more violence he touched her tenderly, bringing a cup of steaming tea to her parched lips. Soon she fell into a dreamless slumber.The next day the Spiritwalker.