'You want to do something fun?' My cunt heated up like a furnace and I could feel my heart start to beat faster. I already imagined my disappointment ...s her next words would probably be something like, 'want to play I spy?' I was wrong though. 'Sure,' I murmured. 'When I say fun...' she said, still very softly, 'I mean... sexual...' I paused. She found my tit in the darkness and started very slowly hardening the nipple with the tips of her soft fingers. The whole while, I couldn't believe she. Nawaji’s face broke into a huge grin. “Yes, Father, his name is Lewis Clark, and he was named Strong Hand by a Pawnee war chief after easily defeating their best fighter,” she explained proudly.“Welcome Strong Hand. Word of your exploits arrived two days ago, and I sent messengers to spread word to the Cheyenne and Arapaho,” Nawaji translated as he spoke rapidly and clasped my arm.“Thank you,” I replied, relieved by his acceptance. “I would like to ask permission to plant crops and raise horses. Feigning more confidence than she felt, Emma pulled up a tuft of pubic hair and ran the razor across it. It did its job admirably and a huge pile came off in her fingers. She tossed it onto the towel then glanced up at Brent. Brent was smiling down at her, fully trusting in her skills. That made one of them.Reassured by not having castrated Brent with a beard trimmer (was that possible? Emma felt the urge to shudder but suppressed it), she moved a bit quicker with the next bunch of pubic. Jen took a step towards him. “Call me Madam again,” She said. “Please, Madam.” He replied. “Mmm… even better.” Said Jen as she took another step towards him. Standing right in front of him, nipples proud and the towel still intact on her head. “You’re bad.” I said, and took a sip of wine. “Me?” they both replied, in unison. “You,” I said, nodding at Jen. She smiled and bit her lip. “Can I go now?” Asked the room service bloke. “Do you really want to?” I asked him. “Really?” He hesitated, his.