It was the following week that I received a contract to carve one adult female Indian, one stripling male youth and one girl just reaching puberty. He...wanted it to be without a papoose. The grouping was to be positioned in Marquette's foyer where the focus would be on the squaw's face.He approved the sketches I had sent. The squaw would be shown in her finest raiments with beads and quills. My research had come up with the picture of a female shaman. Her features were bold and strong, much like. . don't doubt ... ask too many questions and I might lose the chance! So Stacey wanted one week to prove herself. Prove what? That she's some kind of slut? She proved it; over and over. On the living room couch, the kitchen table, bent over the kitchen sink. It was the fastest, most desperate week of my life. We mated with a mission. She seemed determined for my cum! And I'd always heard that men cum before women, and that the female orgasm is supposed to be harder to reach but this chick .... "I blushed and stammered but her gaze was commanding and so eventually I did unbuckle myself and dropped my underpants too."In future, forget the underpants." she told me, "you'll not wear them. They constrict your balls and affect your sperm production. No, just wank yourself for me. I want to see you erect and I want to judge your sperm capacity."I took myself in hand. It wasn't difficult, for the situation did excite me despite myself. Also she turned her legs towards me and the sight of her. Me : how do you know his prick size.Maid : once he paid me to fuck, his penis couldn’t even pass through my crack and reach my hole.Me : hearing this made happy, I went down to the maid’s pussy and licked her through orgasm.I still asked the maid to bring me her used clothes.Next morning I got up, went to the hall. Saw my masi standing on a stool, putting decorative lights for the function. Her red blouse was almost drenched in sweat, revealing her white straps of her bra. Her belly was.