On my knees I put my head between her thighs and as she gripped my head holding my me close my lips and tongue explored her pussy and she moaned as I ...robed past her piercing rings and fed upon my cream and her own pussy juices.Mistress produced a present – ankle bracelet which could be locked – for her to wear when with and way from Mistress as signifying her role to this lady.That was our first but not our last pampering session.How many times we met – I do not recall – but it was always of. The bad press related to the uprisings and small massacres vividly described in the press and pulp fiction firmly planted the picture of untrustworthy Indian hostiles. It was a picture that confirmed the Indians needed to be contained on reservations for the protection of the honest, hardworking settlers. The settlers were seen as the pioneer families that generously sacrificed their lives and fortunes for the concept of "Manifest Destiny" moving further and further west until they could go no. It had been a long time since anyone had done that. But my climax shook him off sending him onto the stage floor.There was a howl of laughter from the audience and even though he tried not to, Charlie broke into a cackle and Van Dyke and the young man stopped their antics and joined in the mirth.Unfortunately, all three of my lovers lost their hard ons and I had to keep up my act of being under hypnosis with Charles still trying to get back in control so it brought that part of the act to an. It felt so good! Rick grabbed my ass and was trying to pull me in deeper. He kept squeezing my cheeks and I loved it. I was laying on top of him while we fucked and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my stomach. He was leaking precum like a faucet, allowing his cock to slide across my skin easily. "I'm going to cum soon," he informed me. "So am I," I panted into his ear. "Cum inside me. I need to feel it inside me." Ok," was all I could reply.I felt his hand move from my ass cheek into.