I pulled my shorts down around my knees, and took a good hold of my shaft. Running the foreskin slowly back and forth as I looked at her buttocks. She...looked over he shoulder, smiling at my rigid, shining cock. Then she pulled the shorts down, the thong going with them to reveal her soft, hairy peach.I gasped, and she giggled 'Thanks.' then slipped one leg out of her shorts and widened her stance. Still with her back to me she started to stroke her pussy, opening and closing the lips, and. I scratched the male behind the ear hole and he hummed as I moved to the female. I hissed softly as I scratched her and checked her carefully. The two adolescents hissed softly as I walked to them and rubbed or scratched them.I walked back to the bars thinking. The male was in good enough shape, the female was newly pregnant and could carry a light pack. The two adolescents were not related and were both female, (that could be good or bad). I vaulted back over the bars as the tribesman stared. On the intriguing side, Duncan was even more stunning than I had ever realized, once he had removed his shirt and sandals and only walked around in a pair of skimpy shorts. His large body was perfectly proportioned and fairly hairy. I had always thought that his big hands were sexy, but his broad masculine feet were totally magnificent.On the annoying side, I was constantly being told where to sit or stand, and as I assisted him in making our salad I was badgered by him every step of the way.. "Go ahead, ask your master." I paused for a long time. I needed to get out of here. I was getting confused again and knew I had to escape while I could. I would just say what he wanted to hear and then go. "May I leave?" Some of the anxiety began to leave me. "Tsk tsk, My little cockslut. You must properly address me." Another pause. "May I leave, Master?" I asked quietly. "Turn around, slave." I slowly turned around and again soaked in the sight of my god Max. I mean Max, just Max. Shoot,.