I knewshe would be sore in the morning. Every muscle wouldprotest when she got out of bed. Then she wouldremember why, and she would feel defiance and...a bit ofconfusion, the kind of thoughts that would lurk in the backof her mind and make her wonder how much longer shecould hold on to that insufferable pride. She would hateme a little bit, and that thought made me very happy.‘I don’t want you to fuck me like this,’ I announced.She paused immediately.‘Fuck me with your ass.’She didn’t move for a. She says it's much nicer that way." And how did she do this?" With a couple of C-clamps to lock the bed frames together from underneath. She even gave me the ones she used." Well, it sounds like they progressed a little farther that we have so far," I said trying to be relaxed about our conversation."If you're so inclined we could try it, if you want?"Well, there was a question. And, being no fool, I had an answer."Sure would be easy enough to try. Maybe set it up that way for tonight?" Could. Immediately she knew it to be an Indian by his broken English and swiftly tried dressing herself. In his broken English he said “I mean not to scare you and I mean not to harm you either.” She understood and relaxed a little. “I have question for you.” A little more relaxed, she sat up with her pants still undone, but pulled up as she wondered and looked at him. He appeared friendly enough or so she thought she recalled the one time, weeks ago when she agreed to fornicate with a couple Indians. She was perfection, a masterpiece far exceeding the work of those amateurs in the Louvre. Yes, she would do quite nicely.I bent close and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking lightly. My hand took her other nipple and began gently tweaking it. The rhythm of her breathing changed, but otherwise she slept soundly. I regret I only had a few minutes, as I think she would have been worth the risk to arouse further. But children awaited their gifts, and the reindeer did not like it when I rutted during.