Sarah nodded."What about your roommate?" he asked."She's out for the evening," Sarah informed him. That was actually a little bit of a lie. True, Bett... would not be in the room. When Sarah left the bar, she texted Betty, 'Now'; when Betty got the text, she went into the closet and started wrapping a rope around her ankles, her calves and her chest. She wanted to wrap her wrists as well, but Sarah would not let her do that until she had arrived in the room. Sarah had explained that if she were. ..”“Shhhhh.” I turned my head, kissing one bronzed thigh.“Soooo close...”“I know,” I chuckled.She batted playfully at my head like a cat, trying to draw me back in; I resisted until I saw that flush fully retreat, only then settling myself back between her thighs.I looked into her for a moment. She was glazed with wetness, her wonderful female furrow flushed with passion. I loved every fold of her.Lips descended. I hummed against her in pleasure.“MmmmmMMMmmmmm...” Yael moaned. Her hips resumed. They were going to a clearing deep in the woods were they would challenge each other in a woman to woman, body to body sexfight over which one of them would marry the chiefs son. It was the way of their tribe that when two squaws desired the same man, only a battle of the most intimate nature could settle their rivalry. The thing was, both girls had been close friends growing up and now they were ready to engage each other in a bitter sex battle over Running Elk. The girls hot young bodies were. I hear, "Hey Robbie, getting any?" at least once a day and "Did you keep it in your pants last night?' runs a close second. Mondays are the worst because I get a lot of, "Hey Robbie, I got laid four times this weekend (or three or whatever). Did you get any?"Friday is also a bad day because they tell me what they plan on doing over the weekend - in graphic detail. It took me working there awhile before I caught on to the fact that they were getting their jollies by making me blush and seeing me.