''Oh. I suppose not, ' said Lynne. It was true, what Terry said, and she'd scarcely noticed his gelled-up fingers.The itch was still making her driver...her hips against his hand, but now he pulled his fingers out of her, to begin gelling his cock, and she felt a void where they'd been. She knew she wanted it filling again — and quickly.'What do you want me to do now, Terry?'He had squeezed another dollop of gel from the tube and was sliding one hand round his cock, making sure it was well. My wife by this time had been passed along the owners a few times, and as the last of the patrons had gone, one of them took off her skirt and top. He told her to stand on the table, so there she was, my reserved wife naked apart from high heels and stockings, being looked at by the owners, Peter, the staff and a very horny self. They then told her to get on all fours, and as soon as she had, one of the owners pulled out his short fat cock and put it too her mouth. She leaned forward straight. She wanted so badly to come. Like a bitch in heat needs to be fucked. ?Please,? she begged. ?Please, what?? he teased her. ?Please, Sir, please,? ?What do you want? Do you want me to stop?? ?No,? she admitted. ?Yes,? she changed her mind. she had been ordered not to cum. If he continued, she would have no choice but to experience an involuntary orgasm at his fingers. ?Yes, please stop.? ?Make up your mind. Yes or no.? But he continued stroking her cunt, tugging on her lips, as if little. ‘I know some words and incantations, but only a little of their meaning,’ Ivory answered. ‘The shaman is a valuable member of our village,’ the Chief said. ‘She has often helped in the annual trek south when we needed to trade with and call on the hospitality of the southern tribes of the mountains, rivers and plains. We would like you to learn as much from her as you can. Should she die or, as I sometimes fear rather more, choose to leave of her own accord, our village will need a shaman in.