She was not impressed, relatively speaking. She just stood there, waiting, until the fire was ready, surrounded by her guards, wondering why a fire wa... being made for a meeting place tonight. Soon the various chieftains and their bodyguards began to arrive though, sitting down around the fire, with a big stone obviously being reserved for the Doombull himself. They all had lust in their eyes, but none dared approach her, even though some of them had started drinking.Soon though, one could hear. One there was all sorts of bruises and lash marks all over her body from last night’s bondage parade. She could have sworn that all that got marked up was the backside of her body not her front. Oh well she thought to herself they were welcomed badges of honor. The second thing she noticed was that her body hurt like hell and not from the hangover. Sure the hangover sucked but her breasts hurt and felt completely swollen. Her nipples were still standing at full attention. Her hips hurt. 'Much too bold for most American beaches and banned on some. The reason was apparent when she turned around to lay her towel across the lounge chair.The back of it was nothing more than a tiny strap that tucked neatly into the crack of her ass, hiding there and completely exposing her rear, as though she were completely nude from the back. The front of the bottom was slim, only covering the essentials. This was not like her at all to let Hunter see her like this, not like this.It turned me on. (Still no puusy though, I hadn't even seen it, but seen the bush coming out the sides of her panties... yum yum!!) During this time she was wrestling with what was sinful and not, but I kept telling her it was bad to repress feelings, and sex was natural, etc. etc.Then we married. The wedding night was a disaster. Too much build up, too much pressure. Always going to be though wasn't it??When things settled down, she got to really love sex. We were at it like rabbits. For the next few.