And it was more than just sex.I came to believe that what I felt for Moxie was love. I wondered if I were to ask her whether or not she would marry me... I knew marriage, as the white man knew it, was not in the Indians scheme of things but they did have an arrangement whereby the men and women became permanent partners. Of course we might live out our natural lives in this sparsely settled area and never see a preacher or a judge who had the authority to perform a marriage ceremony.I decided to. "Listen, I uh..." I stammered, searching for some way to explain."Just shut up." She said.I started moving to button up and struggled to find the words for an apology."Don't fucking move." Mandy snapped at me again.I dropped my jeans from my hands and look at her confused."What were you doing?" She asked me."I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in and." Obviously not." She said angrily. She glanced down at my cock, still wrapped with her panties. She took a step towards me."Lay back on the bed.". So, have you ever been pleased by two men at once?” Her head shakes sheepishly. “Are you okay with two different men fucking you at the same time?”“Whatever you direct, Master...without question, hesitation, or reservation.” She continues to fuck my fingers as her fingers trace a line down my chest, “how do you want me to take them, Master?”“I want you to stay in control…even if they’re both totally into it from the beginning…if they are into it and eager, slow them down…tell them you want to. Holly and the stepladder clanked down the corridor towards the medical supplies cupboard, where Tom Hartley was waiting with his paperwork. He helped her in with the ladder and they peered around the room which housed all their equipment on shelves along the walls, some in boxes on the floor. They set to work sifting through the boxes, Holly calling out names and quantities, Tom noting all in his papers.'There's some oxygen tubing here, four boxes, some guedal airways, size 3...twelve here.'.