It reminded me of the cheesy way an old boyfriend tried to get me in his bed. Miss Morgan was no different, somehow we ended up in her bedroom. She pu... her arm around my waist and kissed me again. I put my arms around her neck, kissing her sweet lips. She squeezed me and touched my nose like I was a child. I held onto her tight, noticing some interesting things in her bedroom. Among them were padded handcuffs and what looked liked whips and collars. This woman was a deviant. I could tell she. It was a great little "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." It was as though we were both in junior high school, playing adolescent games.We continued to talk, but the conversation began to become more adult - more serious. All of a sudden, the jets stopped blowing and the water calmed. I was torn between leaving the water still, or getting out of the tub and reactivating the turbulence. I decided to not be TOO obvious, and said, "I'll turn 'em back on!" I then stood up, and began to pull. .. any ... more" She began to hyperventilate, her breathing causing her heavy breasts to bounce on her chest, further exciting the rest of the gringos.Constancia looked at her sternly, "Sit on the edge of the bed," she said forcefully."Please ... please ... Constancia." Nena said in short, choked sobs.Constancia gently grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her forward insistently. "Come on now, to the edge of the bed. Good girl." she said softly.Nena reached up and grabbed the headboard, trying to. Even with the horses bringing the kills right into camp there wasn't enough time and labor to finish processing them all in what was left of the day.Things were much less ceremonial the next morning and women were still working on stretched skins when my crew was followed up the path by six women leading the freight horses and travois while six men followed them to help loading the kills.Daro and Rayta were pressed into service as soon as we topped out since there were over a dozen wolves.