You are without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Your temptations are driving me to distraction." Well, why didn't you say so...in the first place?" she said, as she left the water and pulled her leather breeches and vest on. We were able to talk, or at least I was once she was dressed. She told me her name. Catherine Little Hawk is the name she went by. She told me she was the daughter of a white woman, Margaret McGuire, and the great Indian Chief Running Bear. She left. One by one, the fractured, feuding minds joined her, adding to the euphoria as the cocks drove faster into each hole, filling her with cum until she brought the entire field together with her climax. Pleasure had coursed through her, spreading out into the collective consciousness around her. Their sensations combined until Ruby knew them all, her pussy quaking with the shared experiences of every cock and cunt claimed by the creature. The orgasms ricocheted out, spreading through throbbing. There was no doubt about who was being portrayed and there was no doubt what was being portrayed. Like almost all avant-garde art, it was about the erotic and the sensual. The administrator figured he really couldn't do much but the few letters he sent to a few people about the 'impropriety' became a few more e-mails. Most people couldn't have cared less but curiosity led some to the gallery and soon pictures of the paintings were on the Internet. The good news was that Connor sold a few more. I like girly-boys."They walked along a brick-walled corridor and he became cold with fear.The talk in the holding cells had been of rape and brutality.At first he thought they'd made a mistake."This is the Women's section," he said with a smile.Olga just stared at him and then replied, "Would you rather spend thenext five years of your sentence in a man's prison? You want to be rapedby strangers?"He frowned, hope filed his mind."You mean I have a choice?" he asked in disbelief.She smiled, a.