."Suddenly it flashed before her eyes. Kaitie had a split second ofrealization of her condition. For a brief moment she felt that she wasno longer Kur... or Kaitie, but that she was everyone, or in everyone.There was a sense of power and a permeating understanding of everything.She could here, no she was the thoughts that each of the girls werehaving as they had them... before they had them. She was aware of timeand that this sensation somehow left her outside of it, apart from it,but still. After the whole ordeal, the Masterson Balls were placed inside a basket, probably to be give to the Khan.As for the three women, they were inside a large room, one that had a window but no beds in it, not even a cabinet. Inside the room with them, was a Mongolian dominatrix, dressed like a 21st century Londoner Dominatrix. Her name was Wunnah. Wunnah smiled at them and was the personal whore trainer for the Khan.?What are you going to do with us??, asked a pleading Mrs Masterson. Wunnah. ”The devil penis says the same thing only it is “Go be an Indian and maybe you can fuck the ever loving shit out of Crystal.”“It’s cool then,” I said trying to pretend like I was Jack. “Lori if you want to be a Cowboy so bad then I will be an Indian.” My cousins jumped up and down and welcomed me back to the Indian side.Now keep in mind that at this time in my life I had zero understanding of the struggles of the Native American or the culture. What I am about to tell you is the game of. Instant lust, we talked for what seemed hours. We described in minute detail what we were doing to each other. This was turning me on, here I was actually chatting to a real person. It was happening to fast, I thought I must slow down. She was saying how much she was enjoying me sucking and licking her clit, I asked her if she would like to fuck me. She then went into great detail of how she would use and abuse me if we ever met. I ended up a gibbering wreck, I needed to meet her. I asked if.