You pick me up as if i weight nothing an carry me to the sofa placing me down gently without breaking from our kiss. my hands running through your hai... as we kiss passionately. your hands running over my silk lingerie. i feel you stroking my thigh as you lie close to me on the sofa. both of us softly moaning an caressing each other. my fingers playing with the bottons on your shirt an popping them open gliding my fingers down your bear chest, god you look sexy. i feel your warm hand tenderly. Am... Batman!" he growled as he jerked off, aware that someone was about to manipulate his mind. A small part of him started to fight it.Tried to take his hand off his cock.Tried to stop staring at those tits.Tried to stop imagining his cum flowing over them.Tried to stop thinking that he was a good servant.But he just couldn't. As hard as he tried... he just wanted to cum....And then it was finally time. His mind simply gave up. He felt a never-ending orgasm roll over him. It was the strongest. During the short trip to the camp, Maggie had become more withdrawn, refusing to let anyone but the Old Indian touch her. Once at the camp, George and the Old Indian set up camp. I investigated the cave, finding a small cell in the back that the Indian had used as a sweat bath. I got the idea to cure Maggie with some mumbo- jumbo, the sweat bath, and my necklace.With the Indian's help, I set up the bath and invited Andrea and the Witbiers inside. Using the necklace I relaxed them while fueling. He gets undressed and grabs her arm and leads her to the bed. He throws her roughly onto the bed and he rapes her many times all day and night. He tries just about every position he had been dreaming about since puberty. Mature now and allowed to fuck any virgin his first time or if he wishes he could choose a more mature woman of any age. Even an old retired sex slave.His cock is big. Long and wide. Throbbing with passion. Bobbing up and down. He breathes in and out. Gasps as his manhood.