Surprised, she leaned to her mate and showed him the contents.Neither spoke, they looked the question.He began, "My heart is heavy, I have no laughter...in my lodge."My furs are cold, I have no one to share them."I grow weak, I am a bad cook."My clothes are worn and ragged. There is no one to fix or make me more."I have five lion hides, but no one to make robes of them." He sighed."I have noticed that you, my chief, have laughter, warm furs and well made clothes."You are strong, you have a. ." Watch it," I hissed. "You're still in the courthouse." Whatever," he shrugged. Jake looked around. "I need to get out of here. I need a drink." Jake," I groaned. "You're here because of drinking and driving. Take it easy, okay?" Whatever, man," he said. "I'll be fine."I shook my head as I watched him go. In spite of everything he'd just been through, and the fine he griped was going to cramp his "style," I had no doubt I'd see him again. I wasn't looking forward to it at all.I didn't see any. He had alot bigger cock than the other guy atleast 8" and plenty big around. I starting sucking him as the other guy worked from a slow in and out to steady speed fucking my ass. I was drooling more now I could feel it run down my chin so I pulled my shirt off real quick and started back sucking him licking his shaft and licking and sucking his shaved balls while stroking his cock. He pulled his cock back and said I want some ass I pulled my ass off of the other guy and put it in the hole. I went down on my knees, andfelt as she slid a well lubricated finger in to my ass. Sure itsounds strange to have just let it happen, but we have all seenthose movies, those legitimate Hollywood movies in which someadmittedly offbeat character describes the joy of prostatemassage. It's no stranger than acupuncture or green tea enemas,all of which are totally mainstream in South Beach. It felt good, sort of different. At least I think it did becauseI felt woozy, like everything was moving.