They seldom spoke during the night, not needing to keep reminding each other about how miserable they each felt. At first light they made a crossing w...thout mishap, and then happily walked back to the village, and to the women who would cook their food and make the misery of their long hunt seem all worthwhile.A woman who was lucky enough to have a man that would brave the winter's bitter cold to put fresh meat on the food mat, knew to show her appreciation when he had returned. While Stick and. I had a few drinks with him and I got the impression that he'd have liked to have been intimate with me again. I believe the phrase goes, 'a fuck for old time's sake'. But the way I was feeling and the number of times I'd screwed recently had me in no mood for anything carnal. He had to make do with a peck on the cheek, perhaps when I brought the camera back; I might be more in the mood for shag, so George might get lucky yet.Back home in my flat, I practised with the camera, setting it up with. " We read simultaneously."We're right Ron it's going to be a fun night. Speaking of drinks, I need another one." I said as I walked toward the the doorway, putting a little extra sway with each step knowing the bottom of my ass was exposed. I looked over my left shoulder and said "Think you could mix me one?"I caught Ron checking out my bare ass, and he knew he got busted."I sure can, I could use one to." He embarrassedly said."Thanks, meet you on the patio." I replied with my flirty smile.I. “Mother, I want to be released this instant. Tell Rick to let me go,” she demanded.“Why?” her mother asked as she nibbled on a piece of toast larded with jam.“I have no intention of being Rick’s sex slave. That what he said he’d do to me, Mother. Make me his slave.”“You said you’d like whatever I did to you,” I said to Julie.“That was the orgasm talking. Not me,” she said fiercely. “Now let me go. Mother, tell him to let me go.”“No, dear,” Patty said. Her tone was like any mother’s, soft but.