The first wife giggles again. "Believe me, I've been well taken care of."The oldest shrugs. "If you insist," and takes her place on the bed, pulling S...lomé up into her arms. After enjoying the flavor of her fellow wife's juices on Salomé's wet face, lapping it up like a cat, her lips seal with Salomé's and their tongues duel while pubic bones rub together. The oldest wife's hands squeeze Salomé's amazing ass, helping the friction.With her movement up the bed, the chief's penis, flaccid, has. "Do they now?" She strode forward, waving at Joan to leave her guard post at the cage and follow.She found George standing there, as haughty as ever, holding the handle of his knife, though it was still sheathed in his belt. He had Rodney, Dylan, and Tina behind him, all unarmed. Rodney, she noticed, was looking down at the ground and pointedly away from George.Mary had her knife out, ready for action. She scanned the trees to the side. Joan was focused on George.George regarded Joan and her. She didnt realize how much stress she had been under. She thought of the anticipation building up to the trip. Not knowing what to bring, then being told she could bring no clothing. She thought of the hectic morning taking the kids to her sisters house, then rushing to the airport. She thought about the flight and everything that had happened once they arrived in Las Vegas. She felt like all that stress had been relieved under her Masters firm hand. Neither of them spoke for several minutes,. Slowly he started tracing the outline of the corset. Gently scratching her inner thighs and the juncture at her crotch. The opening of her crotch had her labia exposed like smiling lips, the silver jewelry shining with invitation. Tracing her lips with his finger he tugged on the ring like a doorbell. She cried and arched her hips. Craving..needing more. With the flick of his fingers he unfastened the closures. She jumped but kept her eyes tightly closed. Her breathing was so loud he could.