My fingers begin to slowly massage the outside lips of my sweetness, as my other hand is circling my erect nipples. My hips arch, pressing my mound in...o the cup of my palm. I push my index finger into my wetness, allowing the heel of my hand to slowly and erotically massage my clit. My breath quickens and soon I forget the presence of the man beside me. I take my finger from inside myself, slowly run it up my body to my waiting mouth. Gently, I suck the juice from it. The taste causes a moan. I took most of it and then passed the bottle to Rita. She bravely took the bottle and then tipped it up to show that it was empty. The Indians went to their horses and mounted up. The squaws with two young papooses followed closely with the rest strung out behind, heading toward the hill country.Rita spoke, “They have a long way to go to get to their camp. I feel sorry for them.”“Rita, they probably aren’t planning on getting there today. Time doesn’t mean much to Indians. Their bellies are. It wasn't long before she was begging permission to cum. But he didn't give it right away, intent as he was on his own pleasure. Finally he came and then gave her permission to cum too.The orgasm that swept over her felt so good. It made her glad she'd made the last decision of her life, to become Stone's cow. Before he'd trained her, she'd had orgasms but they were nothing compared to the ones she'd had every day since Stone had begun to use her sexually. She had never realized sex could be so. . fetching.Sophia was beautiful, her playful, green eyes were always darting about, and her petite frame was always moving as she looked around. She wasn't whining and her face wasn't twisted into a petulant pout. It was an attractive face, and she glowed when she smiled. Every time she licked her lips and her tongue stud flashed in the sunlight, my pussy clenched—that metal stud had felt amazing on my clit.By evening we left the woods and reached another village. Sophia was so eager for the.