I was sweating.He hadn’t tied me up, but then, he didn’t need to. He’d told me not to move, so I wouldn’t move. Simple as. I could hear him mo...ing around the room, doing god knows what. For the hundredth time, I wondered what I’d gotten myself into. Scott was practically a stranger. And there I was, naked, open, dripping for him. My ass clenched instinctively as I remembered his earlier statement.Your wet pussy, your smart mouth and then your tight – and I’m guessing virgin - little ass.“The. They had probably already found the other women sapped of life and thought her to be in the same category as the murdered females. She entertained the thought of pretending to be dead and hope that the Indians didn’t want to take the long women’s hair as trophies of their expedition. It was about a fifty-fifty proposition and the odds made it worthwhile for a least a try.She saw them put holes in the canoes used in the escape so that the other tribe could not swing back and use them to go. Lifting me slightly, he pulled in so as to grind his cock in my ass crack over my skirt. I really liked this move of his. I was swinging my hips against his rod over and over. He turned me around such that we were facing each other. The dancing was still going on.Our bodies were grinding against each other. He suddenly whispered in my ear in a gruff voice, “Hey, you want to get out of here for some time and come back?” His voice sent shivers down my spine. It was exciting me beyond my. "Linda rose to her feet as Tracy did. They looked at each other for a moment and Tracy gave Linda a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Call me later, okay?" she said, as she walked to the door."Wow, did that really just happen?" Charlie asked his mom, after the front door closed."Yeah, it happened," Linda told her son. "You ready?" she asked, as she grabbed her purse and car keys.Tracy walked into her house and heard the TV coming from the living room. "Morning, Sleepyhead," she said,.