In her native Indian language, she addressed Misae. "She isyoung; how did you come upon her?"Misae smiled, "I tracked a great elk down into a ravine, ...nd found thegraves of her family. Her track was small, I knew she would neversurvive out here alone. Forgetting about the elk, I followed her trailas she moved along the Platte and finally caught up with her where thewhite wagons cross onto our lands." What became of the great elk?" she asked slyly."The elk's spirit was strong. I think he wanted. Three people got out had headed towards me.“Bugger,” I said under my breath as I recognised the tallest of the men striding towards me and I stood up straighter. Inspector James Davis was 197cm (6’5”) tall, twenty-five, dark-haired and blue-eyed and a real hunk. He also had the hots for me for some unfathomable reason.“Dusty, ah, Constable McGee, are you okay?” he demanded. He’d almost gone to hug me but pulled up short when he noticed my posture and as he remembered that my hat-cam was still. I could feel from his response that he was enjoying my oral manipulation of his tool. I sucked his ball feverishly. I wanted to please my husband by all means.“Do you like it son?” I released his ball from my mouth and asked him. “Do you like your ammi’s tongue over your balls?”“Yes… Ammi?” He moaned. “Please don’t stop.”I smiled at the eagerness of my prudish husband.“I’m gonna suck your cock now.” I brought my lips closer to his cock head. “When you feel like cumming… don’t pull it out… just. .. adequate. Nothing to compare to the great opera houses of London and Paris, of course, but acceptable nevertheless. He joined the cattle when they stood to applaud the performers after the curtain closed, but he had already put the show from his mind. Now his eyes searched among the crowd, seeking an insurance policy against the coming violence. A mere two rows back, he found what he sought.He followed the couple as they left the theater, laughing happily and reliving memorable parts of the.