“Is that ... are those... ?” said Selena, pointing to the small funeral urn, really just a small sealed nylon container.“Oh those. Yes, those ar... my wife’s ashes. Yes, she died soon after you left the last time you were here insulting her, Selena. Maybe two hours after actually. But, your coffees, they’re getting cold,” I said.The two women were stunned. I just sat across from them sipping my coffee.“John, is there anything I, we, can do?” said Victoria.“Well, yes, there is one thing, actually. Someone had what felt like several fingers all the way up her arse, and was squeezing her arse cheeks painfully in the other hand while the dry prick still moved remorselessly in and out.The hands on her head pressed her face painfully into his less-than-clean smelling groin, and she felt his cock jerk in her throat and a warm sticky fluid coated her throat as he moaned above her. Her throat spasmed to swallow it and the movement coaxed more from the tip of his prick. It seemed a never ending. Every now and then, someone will give me anotherspanking since my butt is just hanging out in the air.Someone gets bored of me in that position and hauls me off to anotherpart of the dungeon. Ropes come out and I am tightly bound, standing inthe niche, secured to the anchor points there. I say standing, becausethere is NO WAY I can do anything else. At least I can watch all theother activity! And it is exciting to say the least. I am not the onlygame in town for sure. As if to sense my. Once they were back at the cabin at the end of the day, they would stretch the pelts and hang them to dry.They brought a large pan with them to leave inside the leanto. Each day, they would melt snow in the pan and use the hot water to bathe each other. More times than not, they would be too excited, not to mate.Many times on their return trips to the cabin, they would see Wild Fire and his herd along the flat meadow beside the Shoshone River. Willah would always whistle for him and he never.