About a day later, Mike got another text message. This one with a fifteen second video clip attached. It was a close-up: a woman’s hand slowly mastu...bating a long and thick cock. The hand was Amber’s; Mike recognized her fingers, a ring, and a bracelet she still wore. He assumed the cock belonged to Roger, her ‘date’ for the next five weeks. He could see her bare hip in the photo, and Roger was apparently naked as well. He sighed. This was going to be torture.Mike replied with some humorous. As they strengthen us, we will also strengthen them. Two Bears, do you consent to this binding? Bent Willow do you also consent?" I consent with all I am, and all I have. Bent Willow is now a part of me." I consent with all I am. I follow where he leads. I am Two Bears' woman."That ended the ceremonial part of the binding. The feast would now begin. In tribal lore, time would be marked in the future by the night of feasting set to take place. At the hunter's fire they would later talk about the. Suddenly her hands raced above my shoulder and held my hair in an iron grip while her mouth fused into mine passionately. She sucked my tongue while her nails furrowed through my back. I untied her cloth from the back and her right breast filled my palm as my other hand held her waist.Between my forefinger and thumb her nipple hardened and a soft moan escaped her lips. She then bit my throat and whispered in my ear, ” Make me forget everything”. I smiled and lifted her into my arms.By now we. I picked it up and sniffed the crotch, finding it was already moist…She turned her back to Jerome and faced at me.As she looked me into my eyes, she bent over and straddled her Black Master. She then reached out for his giant black dick and guided into her wet pussy, getting easily through her wet pussy lips.Anita moaned as she looked at me and she sat down on the black cock. She squeezed her thighs together and rocked forward, as she began to fuck him.Her Black Master grabbed her nice round.