He came riding over a low hill with an arrow in his back. With an arrow spoon, I could have removed it, but we had nothing like that, so the man died ...n hour or so later when his wife tried to pull the arrow out without the proper medical instruments.He did manage to stay conscious long enough to warn us that we were about to be attacked by approximately 50-60 Comanches. If they had not been discovered, they would have ridden through our column using their lances on any person that they could. I ran the warm cloth over my face erasing all my makeup and giving me a second to clear my mind. I stared at myself as I let the water run on the cloth again. “I have no idea what he up to and I am nervous. Why am I so nervous?” I asked my reflection. I smiled and shook my head as I ran the cloth over my breasts and across my belly. I dropped the cloth into the sink and began to take off my skirt, stockings and panties. As I stood in front of the sink without a stitch of clothing I wondered. She was quite tall for a Japanese girl, somewhere over 5'6", with black hair done in a high, two-forked braid that ran long over one shoulder and short over the other. Despite being a priestess, she wasn't dressed in your symbols at all... instead, she wore an old, shinto-style priestess garb, with a white, cloth garment on top and a long, red hakama on the legs, tied up on the waist with a large bow just above the belly. Her breasts looked... hm... maybe not as big as the average priestess'.. She slid them down, revealing a tautly sexy ass and a tiny little white string that hung from her hips and had a little tasselled fringe at the front. It did not hide anything. She said to Em, “Lie down on the bed on your back, legs together, and close your eyes.” Em did as she was told. Her pussy was wet with anticipation and her nipples were standing high and hard. She heard Nona getting some things out of the big tote bag she’d arrived with and wondered briefly what sort of oil she would.