My hands were tied to the bed posts, handcuffed in fact in elaborate chains that held my wrists together as well. I looked down; my ankles were too bo...nd by another set of straps and fixed firmly to the far end of the bed. Ooh he wants to play a naughty little sex game with me, maybe even show me off to the neighbours, give them something to listen to this morning.Hunny?Baaaaaabe.Babe? Where was he? Why would he leave me alone tied up, where is the fun in that, he must be coming back I. We’ll be by later to change for dinner,” I said.“Don’t be back too late, you know how I hate to be late to dinner!” mom yelled after us.We headed out the door and into the car and drove over to Ashley’s. The talk with mom was a little emotional, but refreshing. She didn’t care about anything that had to do with sex with either of us of any kind; she was concerned as a mother. It was nice that we got to see so much of that side of her lately, but it made me wonder, when would that other side of. Fighting Hawk watched as ten warriors sat easily around his fire. He knew all of these warriors and he nodded as each sat and made himself comfortable.Fighting Hawk started his talk focusing on Straight Arrow. "Little Fox tells me that you have decided that the white man is a waste of air, and all of them should be removed from our lands." Fighting Hawk watched as Straight Arrow struggled with his statement."No Fighting Hawk, I never said that. White men are just like the Indian, there are good. Much more intense and harder to get myself off but it wasworth it."She nodded. "I found my male orgasm to be over and done with far tooquickly in comparison. It's like I just have his burning need to comeand once its over, I can get on with my life. Whereas, as a woman, Ialways have this afterglow that makes me feel good. In many ways,that's as important as the orgasm itself."I got on the bed and laid down on my side, an arm under a pillow. Iwas feeling a bit tired as it was roughly two in the.