He deftly undoes my twin ponytails and releases my hair against the ground. Looking directly down into my eyes the entire time, he re-moistens the fur... applies it to my lower stomach, and swiftly moves it down, underneath my belt and pants. I open widely my eyes and mouth, gasping in surprise as he tightens his hand, pressing the warm, wet fur securely against me in between my thighs. He holds it there, sliding the fur up and down against my soft entrance while supporting me behind my shoulders. I dropped to my knees and started to lick my tongue on her pierced clit. She moaned like crazy. She grabbed my head and f***ed my tongue deeper into her clit and pussy. I licked her furiously that she moaned so hard her pussy exploded all over my tongue. She grabbed me, threw me on the bed, cuffed me, and started to furiously suck my cock. I moaned as she sucked my cock with lustful fury, and the cuffs were hot. I moaned like crazy and my body shook. She noticed it and played with her pussy as. He must have been sure that Abigail would not shoot his horse, something an Indian would never do on purpose. He must have hoped to get close for a sure shot before Abigail could get off a shot. She fooled him! She let him get close enough to make for an easy shot and put a bullet through the horse's head. The Indian was killed when he fell with his horse."YOU COWARDS CAN'T HIDE FROM ME! I WILL KILL YOU ANY WAY I CAN! WHO WILL BE NEXT?"The Indians must have started taking Abigail seriously.. A harmless game of cross-dressing and self-bondage gone terribly... Right? After all, isn't thiswhat I was fantasizing about, sitting on the chair in my tight outfit,hooded, plugged, gagged and bound by my own hand, right before I heardmy motel room door open?A large ring gag is holding my mouth wide-opened, and a second, long,penis-shaped gag is inserted into my gagging, moaning mouth, and Icannot deny my abusers, because I was the one, who dressed up in kinky,girly clothes, double-gagged and.