I struck her across both nipples. She sobbed uncontrollably, in-between gasps and shrieks. “More?” I snarled at her. My voice sent a shiver thr...ugh her. She nodded. I drove two fingers in her ever wet slit, the walls of her cunt tightened around my fingers and she came again. When her breathing slowed, I untied her. She had been bound and suspended a very long time. Although she was in incredible shape, there is a limit to how long anyone can be tied in such a brutal manner. I untied her. Either they knew something that I didn't, or they had been chewing Jimsonweed. Well, I was going to bet on the former, though the latter was not impossible. I looked to my right, and there were five more Comanches also laughing. I guessed that they were laughing at how funny I would look roasting on a spit for the community entertainment that evening after supper.Well, I hated to be a spoilsport, but I was not going to let that happen if I could avoid it. However, I did have a problem: the only. Ma'am. It's a turn-on to think of a woman wrestling me to the ground or the mat and ... having her way with me. Whatever she wants to do to me. You know ... dominate me. Take me. Sorry, this is all very inappropriate, but it's how I feel, since you asked me," Gilbert confessed, more than a little worried that he had said too much.Right then, Kat turned to me, as did the others, and I nodded. We understood each other. Kat could count this one as a freebie, so to speak. If she wanted to enjoy his. Did he want me to kiss him or something? That would beso gay. I mean, even gayer than stroking his prick ashe caressed mine.I couldn't kiss him.But he looked so sweet and feminine and needy. And sopretty. And his hand was rubbing the cum from myprevious climax around and around the oh-so-tenderknob of my "little gentleman."I could kiss him. And I did. And part of me regrettedit immediately. Five percent. Maybe ten. The other90-95% of me was frantic with desire as I reveled inmy first erotic.