When it was going she took a huge hit, inhaling deeply, and then she stood there holding it in for what seemed like an age – staring off into the mi...dle distance.We both looked at her. Admiring her nakedness. Waiting.Then she exhaled, long and slowly. She kicked off her Birks and moved over to edge of the hot tub. She handed me the joint and gingerly stepped down into the water.Our hot tub is small. It’s designed for two people or “three really good friends,” as I like to say … but sure enough,. I’d learned to study the territory all around Fort Laramie when I was in the Cavalry. And Cayuse had grown up knowing how to read the landscape, track people. And how to recognize escape routes, box canyons, hidden streams.After half an hour or so, we wheeled our mounts to the right and headed on. There was a little hamlet, East Helena, about five miles out. Looking back, Cayuse and I could see Mount Helena far off to the west, even through the snow.Next, we set out for the south side of town. “I thought you had left me.”Marguerite threw her arms around her husband and laid her head on his chest. “No, my love,” she said softly. “I will never leave you.”The young wife was naked and clung tightly to Jean, her hand moving between his legs. She gripped his cock, surprised to find it was already nearly hard. It hardened more as Marguerite continued stroking him softly. Within a few seconds, his cock was harder than she had ever felt it. Marguerite spread her legs, rubbing the head of his. He also has a weird perversion to do with flawless woman and humiliation.He examines her in great detail and every last inch of her is perfect. He tells her to masterbate. It is very mechanical and she does not enjoy it. He then realises he needs a different command. ‘Play with yourself just the way you like and arouse yourself as much as possible’ this command her ego understands and obeys while her conscious mind looks on in horror.He then asks her who the person is she’d least like to sleep.