You know how to tell whether I need a few more swats, or a soothing hand. I thought I could survive on pain alone. I never realized that I needed to b... loved as well. You’ve taught my body to respond to your erotic touch and sometimes I worry that I don’t really know what love feels like; maybe this is just lust and appreciation.”“You don’t really believe that, do you, Emmy?” he asked, feeling more vulnerable at the moment than he preferred.Emmy sighed, “No. No, I don’t. This has to be love. Apaches are experts in all of these things and more. By learning to shoot, to read tracks, and how to survive in the desert, you’re giving yourselves the best possible chance of staying alive.”Anna chimed in telling them that they would also be learning a new way of hand to hand fighting, that she knew first hand was better than anything else they’d seen or heard of. It would take constant practice to learn it and to keep their skill up afterward, but they would be thankful they knew it at some. I could feel my arse trying to accommodate his size. It was painful, but somehow, a sweet pain which i was enjoying. Slowly, he began to fuck me. Very slowly and after a few stinging thrusts my hole got much more used to it and was accepting his thrusts. I could fel my arse loosening with each thrust and suck on the poppers fag. After fucking me for a few minutes slowly I could feel his excitement building. He started to pick up pace. Pushing down on my thighs so I was almost bent in half he. “May I give you some relationship advice? It’s only advice, mind you, not instruction.”“Sure.”“A girl like Natalya Vasilyevna, who also has a father like Deacon Vasily, does not ‘date’; she courts. Or rather, a young man courts her. Which means that simply by asking her out, you are expressing your intent to marry her, if she is willing. We don’t usually do that here in America, and honestly, there isn’t much of that in Soviet Russia, either, though in small towns and villages, it probably does.