"I am not sure what you have. I have brought some salt and knives that do not break. What things do you have that I might need?" I ask him."I know you... type. You will want to trade for a mate. It must be too hard for you skinny people to earn one of your mates. We would rather trade for skins, flint, or shells. We have good flint here," Goris says.I notice that Sarbun has drifted away from us and she has the dogs with her. Perhaps her actions give me more power in the eyes of these men. This. After I was done and satisfied with filling him with cum I pulled out and got off of him. I started to get dressed when he asked what I was doing.When I told him he said no, he gets to fuck me now. I laid down on my stomach and told him to use plenty of lube. He did and before I knew it he was on me with his huge mushroom head cock fucking deep into me. I was taken by surprise at first. But once I got used to it I started pushing back and pulling myself forward and squeezing my ass together as. I moan again and give up trying to form any images and simply submit to the sensation, letting it overwhelm me. I press my left index finger into me, but only so that my pussy tightens around my first knuckle. I tease myself by sliding in slowly, savouring the feel of my finger slipping easily into me. I press my finger deeper, feeling my inner walls tighten and start pushing and pulling, my finger moving in and out of my tight, wet pussy. I moan loudly and rub my clit harder now, faster, my. The most important thing was my dad's favorite wool hunting shirt. Ithad to dry for only 2 minutes in the drier, to get out the wrinkles, andthen hung up to air dry. I did exactly as I was told.I then had to make breakfast for my dad and brother again wearing myapron. I remembered to make everything extra special and serve it in a"nice happy mood."Ugh.While I was cleaning up after breakfast, unknown to me, my brother wentinto the laundry room and put the wool shirt back into the dryer andturn.