Sam planned to make them carrion for the crows and the vultures because they had no intent of taking the time to bury them. It would be proper justice...to just leave them to the animals like they had done to poor General Custer and his brave band of troopers stretched out at odd angles minus their hair and worse than garbage in a place of beauty and majestic silence.After only an hour on the fresh trail the next day, they cut sign of the fleeing Indians. They were making no attempt to cover. It was the only encouragement she needed. Every smack of the paddle pulled another cry from her lips. From low guttural moans to high-pitched yelps during the hardest strikes, Amaya lost all of her shame. Freeing her voice released the pent up emotions and fears she had been holding inside her all day long. The anxieties melted away as she surrendered whole-heartedly to her ordeal.The paddling ceased. Amaya still flinched as she expected a blow. Her own breathing was incredibly loud but she. Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I fired questions at her, but she was in no mood to answer, panting only her hatred for him. Looking up, he was already clambering over the rocks. It was the last time we saw him. Gradually, she stopped trembling and when she was sure he had gone, she let me lead her by the hand out of the sea. ‘I didn’t know you were in the sea,’ she said in a voice recovering from tears, as we sat back down where it had all happened. ‘What happened May? Tell me.’ ‘I am so. He kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth and his hands roaming her body. His latex-covered cock felt odd against her stomach but strangely exciting. Then James pulled back and looked into her eyes, asking silently if she was ready. Diana managed the slightest of nods. James then sat down in his chair and, taking her by the hips, led her forward so that she was straddling his lap, his cock directly beneath her. Then slowly, slowly, he guided her downward until the tip of his cock.