It was very warm and steamy in the small barn and we both were sweating and breathing heavy as we kissed and rubbed and fucked. I was very close to...having an orgasm when I opened my eyes and looked over his shoulder to see three tribesmen watching us. My first thought was panic, but just then George really started to fuck me hard. He was groaning and slamming into me. I knew he was cumming. Then I could feel his hot cum flood my pussy as he squirted it deep inside me. I was lost in. Down to her vagina there were also hairs, but a little sparser, her swollen pussy with large labia swollen with arousal and slightly open. Her pussy was one of those pussies that protruded forward and you can see well without opening them. I looked closely at her beautiful pussy - her labia were really amazing - they hung a little down, but at the same time they looked hard and swollen with excitement. They were maybe 3-4 cm long outside the slit of her pussy. It was clear that they were. Sarah changed the conversation if I brought it up, saying it was only appropriate talk for the bedroom. She also began making me read or hear her stories while jerking off, and only cumming when she let me. If I came too soon, I would be in the cage longer. One Saturday night, while I was allowed to jerk off, she was reading one of her male cocksucking stories out loud. I still hadn't cum when she was done. "Ooohhh, honey, wasn't that story so hot? I bet that husband had so much fun sucking. He's not doing well at all. He's still living behind his mother's. Other than a little day labor, when he's sober, he can't get any work. He drinks up whatever money he manages to find. He's not eating regularly or even washing very often."Robin put her face in her hands and wept, softly but bitterly."Robin, you know that he has to go through this. If you get into it, he won't ever get better." That's what people tell me. But, my God, Mary! He's my husband! How can I stand by and see him kill.