"I had the impression that maybe you wanted me to come here instead."He was right, of course, but she wasn't going to admit it ... not just yet. She i...nored his finger. "What made you think that?"He put his finger just inside her partially opened blouse, in between the V of her breasts and she tingled with excitement. "Oh I think it was the way you looked at the bulge in my pants."So he had seen her looking. She reached out and ran her fingers over his cloth covered cock. "Tell me what you want. While I am fucking your brains out, you open your mouth and he starts feeding you his cock. I pull out of your vagina and I urge you to get on your hands and knees..... and I kneel behind you on the floor. I gently stroke your buttocks and spread them open.I run my tongue from your clit up into your hot wet pussy. I gently stroke your buttocks and spread them open. I run my tongue from your clit up into your hot wet pussy. You exclaim, "mmmm..."I move my mouth down to your clit and gently. I nodded. He let go. I set down the stick between us and dug out my little hatchet. I cut one end off of it, showing how to cut from one direction, then the other. I handed it to him. He weighed it in his hand, took a grip and whacked that mother in two pieces. I grinned. He seemed pretty damned happy himself. I tapped the axe then waved my finger across the crowd. I tried to make it plain that I’d have more axes the next day. I returned home in the rapidly fading light.I couldn’t teach them to. At this point I am coated in a substance. As the people processing me are working silently I have no idea what it is or why it is done. i am pusehed back onto a chair, feet lifted and held as something tight is pulled up my legs slowly and carefully. It feels like someone rolling stockings onto my legs but the material is strange to me and no stocking has ever clung so tight. As they reach my upper thighs I can feel there is more to this material than just stockings. i am pulled upright before.