Again I furnished knives, telling them of the responsibility that came with them. Each time I presented a knife there was a tell-tale flare of bonding... When we reached the "Bison" herd I quickly killed three that were pointed out as suitable for culling. These seemed to be either young males or old females. I suppose it reduces the burden on the rest of the herd.When we returned with the meat, and completed another celebration feast, I was presented with an ultimatum. I had to either accept the. Hewalked into the room and saw a pair of shoes on the floor. They weremade of pink patent leather with what he guessed to be a 3 inch heel.She followed behind him into the room and picked up the shoes."These are for you. Go upstairs and put your dress on and these shoesand then come back down here."He took the shoes and walked up the staircase. In the usual room heremoved his outer male clothing and took the pink taffeta dress from itsplace in the wardrobe. He stepped into the dress and zipped. There they were, in a doggy pile, each leaning forward on the back of their superior. It was a beautiful totem pole arrangement that became the pecking order: mom on aunty on gramm. As another corrective act upon my naughty hens, I reversed the sequence of ass fuckings, so gramms, the bottom most, was first to receive my bulbed spear. I cruely stuffed my staff rapidly into her rear to dispell any misconceptions that being the first was advantageous. Her squeal of discomfort drove the point. We dozed off naked in the bed. Morning I woke up at 10 and found that my ghagra was on the floor and I was naked, looking at amit, I saw even he was naked and his penis was also lying on his thighs. I kissed on his penis and went to the bathroom to pee. After that I prepared tea and woke up amit. He rubbed his eyes and kissed me good morning. Seeing me naked, he kept on smiling. After tea, amit suggested me of another role play. I was shocked. Main sooch rahi thi ki fir se chudwana padega.