It must have been the constant purification steaming inside the hot rock hut that kept them so clean under their skimpy clothing. If only the females ...ad more than the icy water of the river to work in their favor they wouldn't look so bedraggled and worn-out. The pair of other white females was an example of women with no hope of rescue and fully broken in spirit of will. They were no better than pack mules ready for any command and unable to comprehend their defeat.Margaret vowed to never. She used to work for an IT support as she had shifts and her working hours used to change every once in a while. She is about 5’2 with the figure of 32-26-32. A bit on the chubby side but fat at all right places.It all started one day when I was going to college and she had her cab waiting down stairs. We got in the lift at the same time. She always used to get ready well to work, her perfume was enough to drive a man crazy. Me being young and in a hormonal rage,it was driving me nuts. I was. I wanted tosee how far Jennifer would go here in the middle of theparking lot, so I undid my zipper and pulled out my hardcock, but she only moaned as I moved up her body andslid my dick inside her steaming slit. I fucked herslowly, teasing her and making her build up her orgasm.Once I felt her orgasm was imminent, I stopped movingand pulled my dick out of her sloppy cunt. She had beenteasing us all day and it was only fair for us to teaseher for a while.A few minutes before the show started,. I pulled and twisted it, anything to break it, but it was like trying to break a very real and tangible rope. Nothing I did worked.Opening my eyes and seeing Cicely so close, I gasped. Her eyes were lovely. She had a wonderful complexion and fantastic skin. I wanted to feel it, to touch her, but she spoke and her words broke my reverie."Ral, focus. I need to know if you can break this bond."I shook my head. "It's too strong," I muttered.She looked puzzled. "Too strong? What do you mean?" Can't.