Obviously this whole pose-for-Harper-naked thing was bothering me. The problem was that I didn’t have a clear understanding of why it bothered me. I...mean obviously nothing would happen, except she’d draw me. I had fantasies about women all the time, so that wasn’t a big deal. I hadn’t had one of those fantasies about Harper. I’d looked her over and appreciated her budding womanhood, but all that resulted in was thinking about what a heartbreaker she was turning out to be. By that I mean there. As we showered together after trimming each other’s pubic hair so that we both have a long identical patch over our sex I asked Roger what should we wear to greet Suzi.“Less is always more baby, flaunt your ass for Suzi and me,” he tells me as he towels me dry and kisses and licks my ass and puts his hand between my legs and teases my cunt lips with a fingertip.When Suzi arrives Roger is wearing only very tight jeans which highlights his tanned, muscular body. I am wearing heels, an unbuttoned. You see the blades close and feel their sharp edges against the sides of your nipple, tighter, tighter still. It’s increasingly painful and you half-expect to see blood begin oozing from your nipple, but you see the blades open and the scissors taken away. You watch as he walks around in front of you and places the scissors on the coffee table and picks something up and kneels in front of you. You see it’s a screw clamp. You hadn’t noticed it before. He smiles and places it on your right nipple. Everybody had run up at the first sign of trouble and were standing around us in a big circle. They were all sure that the other shaman was dead, but he began to stir as I blew air into his lungs.I kept this up for nearly 10 minutes until his eyes fluttered open. He pushed me away, violently, and shouted, "You piece of shit! You tried to kill me!"I had fallen onto my back, and I was lying there in surprise as he jumped up and pulled a long bone knife. He swiped at me with the knife, but I.