A glance at theclock told her that she had just ten minutes so she headed upstairs asfast as she could without making a noise.The chains that joined h...r ankles always made the stairs a trickyprospect, especially if she was in a hurry and the high heels of herboots were a further hindrance. The heels were needle thin and her toesjust touched the ground as she carefully took one step at a time. Shehad been in the boots for three years now, but it was still tricky onthe thick carpet that covered. Not the breasts in total, just the nipples them selves. They pulled and stretched until no more space could be found. I could feel their weight which added to the sensation. Leaving a patch of kissed down my body the next linked to the last I felt his warm breath upon my thigh as he broke the seal of the cup above. The cool night air rushed to it, though tied I could tell there was a difference down there, I pulled at my restraints but with no luck of breaking their hold. His familiar mouth. ”“Do you not have a tribal meeting where grievances are aired and discussed?”“Meetings are only between the Chief and the Elders, including the shaman. No-one else has a say in decisions. That is the tradition.”“Tradition again. How does tradition get changed then?”“It doesn’t; that is why it is tradition.”“Quite a set-up. The Chief and his male cronies set up rules that benefit them, then they become tradition; and tradition cannot be changed, as there is no mechanism to enact change. That. Just because I won't let you play with me?" Her eyes twinkled."Doesn't seem fair."Giggle. "What's that saying go? 'All's fair in love and war'?" She smiled at me. "So what is it? Love? Or war?" Her lips met mine, our tongues mixing. She pulled back."Sure doesn't feel like any war that I'm aware of." It's not like we're keeping score or somethin'. I LIKE doing this. With my hand. Or with my mouth. You wanna stop me from doing something that I like?"I stroked that shiny brown hair, brushing the.