I fondled him, playing with his balls, my fingers massaging his every sensitive area. Grunting, he stared into my eyes, his hands on my cheeks. He alm...st said he loved me. I couldn’t let it happen. I moved, gliding over him, onto him. I let my legs on either side of his hips and lifting myself up, I slowly sank over his erection. I left the tip inside me and swirled, making him frustrated. He slapped my ass, and I smiled, giving him the permission to watch as his dick slowly disappeared into my. The Harpist controls the Harp. You belong to the Harpist."The song repeated over and over again in her head. Becoming more and more real to her. Her mind focused on these truths as she saw them. The moved deeper and deeper into her soul.As the song ended she moved to take her rightful place before her masters. He was the Harpist, master of the harp, master of her. She would obey Jack Beanstalker's every command. She was her purpose for existing. She knelt before him, hands behind her head. She. As they took on a distinct rhythm that echoed through the basin, more bison came over the rise beyond to join those already in the meadow.“Are you threatening the workers on the jobsite?” asked the newscaster.“Look beyond me,” said Earth Sister. “Ésevone, the buffalo are the first to arrive. This is their home. It is not we feeble two-legged people who come to oppose you, but the legions of Mother Earth. Next will come mo’éhe, the elk. Ho’néené’šeohtsévá’e and Ho’néemé’eōhtse, the White Wolf. " He had two fingers inside my ass, twisting them around and curling them slightly, as if he were tickling me. "But it don't look like you're a virgin!" N-No sir..." I whispered and grunted softly as he jammed his fingers in and out of me."How many times have you been ass fucked, Russet?" J-Just one time ... S-Sir ... Ohhhhh!" He was trying to pick me up by my ass, it felt like.SLAP"Yipe!" I gave a little cry of surprise more than pain as Coach spanked my ass hard. It felt like a hot sting, but.