To keep as much as possible of the dust out Mary, Heidi, and Boone have a layer of cloth over their eyes with two layers of cloth over their mouths an... noses.Every hour or so the wagon-master stops the train to have everyone water their animals as well as having a drink each. He also goes down the line checking everyone is OK. On the second such break Boone tells the wagon-master, “Each of my wagons has two barrels of water. If anyone is getting low let me know and they can get some from. Bobby looked at me, eyes wide and confused. “Do it, Bobby,” I said, “Piss on me.”“What?” He asked, “Really?”“Stop fucking around and come do it,” I fairly begged, “Piss on me.”Bobby stepped into the shower, his fingers still clamping his shaft. “Do it,” I growled, “Fucking piss all over me, Bobby.”He released his grip. I felt a warm splash on my chest. The warm flow continued heavy and fast. I looked up at him as the fluid started to run off my pussy. “On my face, Bobby,” I hissed, “Piss on my. The water moved back and forth over his groin, providing a pleasurable warmth and as the pulsing water continued he began to feel himself getting hard. Then the waves stopped. And for a brief moment everything was still. He lay blissfully warm, aroused, and comfortable in this mental ocean of light. Then the water began lapping at his ear, at first a soft spray of water, then a flow transformed into words. The ocean of light became pierced with bubbles of shifting darkness and he opened his. "Hunters or Master's enemies?" Zax asked himself. Four days ago he met with a party of humanoid beasts that acted as hunters and the day after with a group that was actually led by a human and while the other members were on all four. In both occasions Zax sprinted before they could make up the color of his fur coat. Besides the human, not the beasts in his party or the humanoid beasts of the day before were above level E.This time, however, things were a bit different. Zax's speed was not at.