There was an unpredictable, even dark quality about Mack, but it seemed more erotic than threatening.Jenna's breath caught in her throat, as she notic...d his gaze slide more pointedly over her body. She didn't cover herself so that he wouldn't think that his attention envoked any response whatsoever, but her body failed her when her nipples puckered, displaying proof of the opposite.Mack's eyes latched onto that proof and a knowing smile curved his lips. "I get that he's in the wrong but I'd. At night, and in the evenings when water and forage made camping early a good idea in the mind of the Caravan master, she taught herself how to weave silk on a fine little loom John constructed for her. She undid her first few attempts, and had John double the number of threads in the warp, and provide a lever for cinching the weft, and tried again.Her goal was to make cloth which would hold water. Ever since she had first laid eyes on John, cloth which would hold water was in her mind the. Ain’t it the case that every time a body stops bein’ cautious somethin’ goes wrong? After not hearing from or ‘bout Missus Brown or Missus Magillicuddy we kinda relaxed our vigil an' went back to our routine. We finished the new bedroom an' I wuz right proud of the job we did. Now I could fuck my wives in private. I wuz takin’ a break from my chores an' doin’ some target practice with my slingshot when I seen a two horse carriage comin’ toward us followed by two men on horseback. I had a bad. I continued, “And your orgasm was over 7 seconds longer than Sanvi’s and Priya’s.”“Was it? You think I am better than those bitches?” She queried slowly and I followed up with, “You and I know that you are better, but would 13 Hindus vote an Anglo Indian the winner?”She shook her head and I continued. “I’ve got huge plans for this group of women. What would they think if I was spending long periods of time alone with you?”“That we were fucking.”“That’s right. What would they think if we were.