The girls around her were absorbed in theirown thoughts, probably contemplating their own self doubts and fears. All but one: a girl named Shara. Tall... close to six feet, long dark hairverging on black, large dark eyes, slim graceful body, she appeared cool andcollected, almost bored. This was her fourth Hunt. She had amassed a smallfortune in prizes and could now afford the entire array of accouterments availableto quarry: leather vest, running shoes, knee-high leggings, sweat bands, knifeand. I had the bones of a plan forming in my mind and slipped off my sandals and wandered into the water myself. My girlfriend kept hers on and we slowly walked back towards the hotel. As we got to the top of the slope, I saw the old woman start up from the bottom. I opened the gate and we went inside. I told my girlfriend that I would wash off my feet under the shower, then go for a piss, so I'd see her back at the sun loungers in a few minutes.I started rinsing my feet then hung around messing. My pussy was throbbing and a more juice leaked out of me and trickled down the crack of my ass. He was showing me no mercy and I was indeed being punished. I loved it. He dragged the feather softly down my right thigh, knee and down my calf. He tickled the bone in my ankle and skipped it down to my toes and up the arch in my foot. The pattern was repeated in reverse up my left foot and leg. Finally the feather was back at the juncture of my thighs. Where I wanted it most. I was breathing. "The big robber and the skinny one took up the daunting load together,one at each handle, and carried toward the offshoot canyon. Ikebrought the gang's four horses out of hiding and tied them to a sicklymesquite tree that was growing out of a crack in the rock wall. Thenhe regarded the wounded boy, thinking hard."Damn you, Thorn, you've turned yourself into a problem that we didn'tneed. We can't take you and move out with any kind of speed. If aposse takes you, you'll get talkative. You.