Nodding in answer, she started working her hand up his shorts and fondling his shit hole and added: ‘Did you know the bottom it is one of the most e...otic parts of a man or woman’s body there is. I used to adore men playing with mine’. As she was talking, she was gently pushing her finger all the way up his arse hole. When it reached his prostrate, his cock got harder than he had ever experienced. ‘I can see you do, as well.’ ‘Oh, Miss Graham, this is lovely’.Unable to wait any longer he took. He looks up at the cameras and says, “Another historical part is what occurred in what many call ’The Dreamtime’ that’s about fifty thousand years ago. The tribe we represent used to live on lands just to the east of Darwin. Invaders from the north were more numerous and vicious than our ancestors, and pushed us from those lands. A generation later they expanded and pushed us from our new lands. The elders of the time chose to move well away, and thus a long walk from there to where we are now. Your loyalty and dedication to us have kept the great races of the land together. You are all the life and blood of the alliance." Only with your blessing, Lord Guardian," Atrus said politely."Sir White Lion, I am pleased with you. Back then, you were just a mercenary, looking for money, fame, and your own identity. Now you are indeed a great warrior with great strength and wisdom." My friends deserve more honor than me," Atrus replied."Modest, as always," Falagor smirked."Lord Guardian, I'm. That’s you. New cows mean new calf, mean new training, new inventory and, obviously, new stimulus.” She hadn’t responded, but who could blame her? She was stretched tight, spread eagle, about eight inches above the muddy barn floor. Her wrists and ankles bled and her mouth was gagged, deep and penetrating. Her round ass hovered only centimeters above the floor. How desperately she wished it would touch for even a moment’s relief, I could not imagine. I didn’t care to, anyway. But I could tell.