“Your wise one, the medicine man, what did he see? In the hospital? What did he tell you about me?” I asked, almost afraid to find out.This time i... was Albert who answered, meeting my eyes, briefly, in the rear-view mirror.“Old Sam considers himself the keeper of the lore, a medicine man of the old school, like our ancestors had. Most of us humor him, knowing that modern medicine beats a fire chant. Still, he has done some things, said some things, that keep the respect for the old ways alive.”. ????The bartender: Ahh! Yes, yes. I forgot. Please forgive me, my lovely mistress.Me: Okay, kiss my ass then. Kiss my ass cheeks and tell me how beautiful it is.The bartender pressed his lips on my ass cheeks and kissed every inch of it. He kept praising my ass, telling me how big and round it is. I then pressed his head against my ass and moved a little closer to the pervert man.Me: Look here my lover, this is how I like a man to worship my ass. Now watch him worship my asshole. Did you hear. It was foolish to speak his name aloud while they visited this domain, in many ways the Other World was the Spiritwalker’s territory, and they were infringing upon it. He did not know if the shaman had the ability to see them here, but if he was listening Jakal had just brought attention to themselves. Sala’s breath drew in sharply. I wish he had not said that, she thought, though she said nothing, understanding he already regretted the slip. ‘Come, Jakal, let us watch the river play and then. He rolled, so I was on top and I could feel his hard on poking into my flat tummy. I lifted up slightly to run my hands over it and he moaned again, tugging playfully at my lip. I began to undo the belt buckle when he stopped me. ”Cherry, are you sure?” he asked, concern for me filling his chocolate brown eyes. I smiled at his worry for me and nodded. ‘You don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for this” I smiled, undoing the rest of the belt and then the zipper. ‘I know how long I have,” I.