In fact, there was hardly a square inch of river or stream shoreline that was not already claimed by some raggedy-ass tenderfoot with a yen for hittin... the mother lode. The truth was that maybe one out of a hundred of these fumbling adventurers would ever see a trace of real gold in the bottom of their pan.The horde of "Forty-niners" eventually turned to more lucrative endeavors like farming or ranching or even tending bar at a saloon.Way back where the source waters of the American River began. I was loving the attention. Soon it wasover and in place of his fingers I had a large butt plug forced up myass. Allowing my skirt to fall over my ass he stood back and admired hishandiwork and checked all the padlocks and chains were secure.The final piece of the puzzle was yet to come as my Master disappearedinto the kitchen and came back with a length of string to which wasattached a lump of ice.'It's very simple Bitch... Pay attention' as he secured the string to aneye bolt in the ceiling. As we got into the car, Ana warned me that she was really horny…Once inside the club, Ana ran into a few old friends and hit the bar. My sweet wife convinced me to dance a couple of songs with her.I noticed quite a few guys checking my wife out, as she grinded her hips against my crotch. I knew she wanted to flirt with some of those guys…I told her I would go to the bar. When I got back, I found Ana had made a new friend: a very handsome young blond guy.She noticed me out of the corner of her. After lectures I couldn’t control myself. I took my big boobs outside lowering my bra, and I came out of uni with free boobs inside my blouse.Normally I travel home by two busses, when I got in to the first bus my nipples were erected but the bus was not that crowded, I was bit upset so I was touching my nipples while travelling to thrill the conductor. He came near me to give the ticket and he brushed over my nipples while giving balance. I was at the last seat and when the last women got down.