It turned out to be an awl to poke holes in the leather for the needle to go through. Obviously she would have make her own dress.Molly knew how to se..., but this was different. Her mother helped her, of course, but it still involved a lot of standing around naked while the big Indian watched. She wasn't quite so nervous about him seeing her naked now, mostly because he had seen her naked so much. But when she was naked and he looked at her, she got a warm feeling in her stomach that she knew. I could feel the roughness of his stubble on the inside of my thighs and then glorious sensation as he nibbled my pantied crotch with his lips.I was quite disappointed when Jorg came up for air, but realized why when he began to undo my shoes. Once they were off and in my hands, he peeled my stockings off me and threw the curled nylons over the banister.'Oh yeah...' I groaned as he returned to the cave under my skirt, slipped my panties aside and began to nibble my folds. 'Mmmm...yeah. Don't. After an initial surge of revulsion, she felt her body begin to fill with elation once again. The man she’d met the night before apparently wanted to fuck her again! Since he was here anyhow, and obviously wanted her, she might as well let him have what he wanted! She pressed back against him and tightened the muscles in her buttocks. Tom felt the woman move and was ecstatic. She was still hot for him! He reached over her and grabbed one of her breasts and mauling the nipple with he fingers. He. She stirs slightly, turning onto her back, and immediately cries out as a searing pain stabs through her arm. Her memories flood back at once… and she begins to cry. A deep, soft voice enters her, ‘It hurts?’ ‘Of course it hurts’ he scolds himself as fingers move along her neck. She tries to pull away, wincing as lightening erupts in her head. ‘No girl. Stay still now. I only want to help you.’ His voice flows into her like cool water. She slowly turns her head in his direction, eyes seeking.