I had no problem convincing her to come up to my apartment. We were both drunk. We made out on the couch. By the end of the night, I'd shot a load int... her mouth, which she swallowed, and then she gave up her motherly-pussy on the shag, living room carpet. From that night forward, we got together as often as we could. It never bothered me that she had a husband. We shared the same woman. He fucked his wife. So what. My joy in Tammy was in her body and in that tight pussy of hers.She didn't love. I liked the way this little Rosebud squirmed about, first this way and then, that way, all the time driving my rampant cock crazy with desire. She didn't have much experience in using her mouth but most of the Indian girls tended to see that as something for outsiders with their funny ways.Fortunately, there was no more discussion of curses or taking advantage of poor Indian girls and the Chief made certain I knew she was my property now and I was to take her with me to the line camp for the. "Do you want to go on?" "Yes," he said following a brief pause,"go on." He had confessed earlier than he had been "practising" with small objects, inserting them up his ass, but this was entirely something new. He had no control over the advancement of the object and it was considerably larger than what he had been using which was the handle of a hair brush belonging to his older sister. It was a funny image of him sitting on the edge of his bed slowly pushing this object up his ass and then. As promised, he gave me an AussieBum jockstrap which I put on in the change rooms. I got dressed before the Married Guy (he had come from the office and was wearing a suit), so I left the change rooms telling Married Guy I’d see him at my place in 10 minutes.I had been given instructions that he wanted me wearing nothing but my new jockstrap, on my knees, on my bed when he arrived.That is exactly what I intended to do but I had my own little surprise for the Married Guy.A while back, the guys.