Each evening, a little bit further. Each hour, a centimeter more explored. Excited, she allows the progress, until pushing me away when she senses I'm...getting too 'into it'. Or when it becomes too much for her. She can't risk losing control! She pushs me away slapping me and leaving.On a Friday afternoon, Catherine was standing in the door of my work shed. I admired her sweet young titties as she walks towards me.. I put a hand on my hardening cock and smiled a slippery smile. For the first. I took a few close ups of her face and showed them to her. She’s always been a little shy about having her picture taken but she seemed to enjoy the close ups of her face. She moved to the bed and I took a few with her stretching out on the comforter. I had her pick up a book and pretend to read and took a few like that. Eventually I asked her to loosen her robe a little. She did and right away it changed her demeanor. Her natural way of moving immediately became stiff and. Her quiet sobbing awakened Red Feather. Upon finding the cause, he just shrugged and said, "Wakan Tanka take." Wwwhaat?" stammered Marie.Red Feather replied, "Great Spirit of sky, him want baby now."After sunrise, and before breaking camp, Red Feather hastily built a small burial platform in a tree of the grove sheltering their campsite. The baby was laid to rest on this platform with an abbreviated ceremony. The small band then rode out.Marie's status as a captive slave was again made clear as. Traci reached down between strokes and placed her thumb ever so gently on Jeannie's clit. With just two or three more strokes I watched as Jeannie exploded in orgasm. She was matching her loudest screams of the weekend and begging Traci to never ever stop fucking her. But despite her plea, Traci slowed her assault and eventually stopped entirely and just held her dildo inside Jeannie. "How is my Dirty Little Girl doing?" I asked. Jeannie replied, "I have never been better. But will you fuck me.