I paused in my primary activity to scan the living room, with its wrapping and ribbon scattered about as though a tornado had just ripped through it. ...his had been a good year for us all. We had many blessings to count, and the bounty of our children's Christmas was a mark of that. I honestly felt that this past year had been a gift from heaven.This notion reminded me that it hadn't been such a good year for everybody. Our nanny, Marta Rivera, had been deported in August. The INS had caught up. Ian placed his hand onto my trousers and felt the soft, tender flesh beneath. All traces of hardness were gone and he groped at me, feeling for weakness and vulnerability. He closed his fingers around my package, his one hand easily large enough to do the job and squeezed. Hot shafts of pain ran through my groin and up my belly and I cried out in agony. James quickly placed his hand over my mouth to muffle the sound as Ian varied the pressure with different fingers, rolling my tender parts. He was the son of the chief and current prime hunterof the tribe.In front of the roaring central fire pit was a low platform made fromrough planks presumably torn from some unfortunate farmer's house. Ontop of the platform was a thick block of wood crudely carved from a treetrunk with a low indentation in the center. The block and platform alikethere covered in dark stains from repeated use, and as the chief guidedhis group towards it the Khazra reveling around the fire simmered down abit and. He looked at me as if I was the only person that mattered to him at this second. In my past experiences, the guys are usually paying more attention to getting themselves off then pleasing the girl. But now, his hips were pumping hard, wanting me to come with him. His hands were pulling me back onto his dick by my waist and my pussy was gripping him with urgency. I wanted it too. I wanted to share that experience with him. I was moaning louder, so close to my release that I could taste it. At.