I never wanted it to stop. Through it all I heard people standing around watching, staring at me as I lay there, naked, being gang fucked like a commo... street walker; just like in some of my fantasies. God how I loved it!When the incredible experience was finally over I wasn’t aware of it at first. There was just the slow, gradual realization that I wasn’t being fucked anymore, or kissed, or licked. My breasts and my nipples weren’t being squeezed or pulled. The room was quiet and I was. One less thing that Jasmine, Lauren and Kylie didn't need toknow at this stage."Turn him over and let's get him out of that," she commanded to Dean, whoscrewed up his face at the task but complied. They removed the wigcarefully ripping the dark black wig from its Velcro fastenings, leavingher bald with just two pieces of Velcro atop her pate. Wendy carefullystowed the wig on the side and looked for the near invisible zipper onher back underneath the mask. Having found it, she drew it. At first she drifted in and out of consciousness able to see or hear nothing, conscious or not, while the bruised aching of her whole body was ever-present, as was the mounting frustration in her pussy. As she began to regain proper consciousness she became more aware of it. The vibrator fitting snugly in her pussy throbbing away wasn’t enough. She tried to move her hips against the floor of her cage to get some stimulation but she only succeeded in putting more pressure on her bruised pussy.. Despite the late hour, the whole camp turned out to help with the kills. The men unloaded the horses then the women attacked those two buffalo like a swarm of ants. In no time they had them both skinned, the meat cut up and the hides stretched on frames for scraping and tanning. When that frantic activity had settled down, I told Grandpa ‘We need to find out where we are sleeping. You do that and I will check on Running Deer.’ When I entered their lodge, I found Running Deer sleeping soundly.