.then. Once I had finished changing, I made my way back downstairs. "I'mgoing," I breathed. "Okay hon," Mom said. I opened the doorand stepped out int... the soft rain. Supplied with only a water bottle, I started walking down thestreet towards the park where I usually stopped to rest. I gradually went intoa jog, then a run, then a sprint, then back down to a jog again until I gotto the park. Stopping at a bench in the park, I put down the water bottle andwalked out into the trees and bushes,. He made me straighten them. Then he made me run myhands up and down my legs. The sensation was maddening. My cock hardenedin my panties much to his amusement. He taunted me with a fresh round ofhumiliating names and then made me put on the black skirt. It was tightand hugged my ass as I zipped up the back. The hem brushing against mystockings as I moved aroused me even further. Next, I put on the whiteblouse and, looking down, I could see that my bra was plainly visiblebeneath it. The final. I pulled up her skirt and squatted in the bushes. I was not wearing panties that night; or better say, I had thrown them to a guy`s face during the party…That asshole had danced with me and he had pushed his bulging hard on against my crotch. But then the bastard had humiliated me by telling I was not his type of woman.With a sigh, I felt the hot liquid as it burst from my shaved pussy lips. The sudden release after holding it in so long was almost sensual. I was even almost tempted to allow my. By the way, I now had a war name: Throwing Stick.Counting myself, there were 27 men in my war party. As war chief, I was not expected to fight. Instead, I was to supervise and to suggest ways for my men to look their best as they attacked the enemy. Hell, I was not going to go along with that! I planned to do just as much fighting as the next man, and anybody who did not like that could go fuck himself!The Comanche village was surrounded by tall grass, but there were few trees in the.