.. Ah, here we are, give me your hand so I can loop this soft cord around your wrist. Come on now, there are plenty of thin twigs I can whip you with ...f you don't do as I tell you! That's better, I will tie both your wrists to the trees and make you keep your arms above you head. Now, lift your foot so I can tie your ankle, that's it, now the other. You do look appetising with your hands and feet tied to the trees. Like a big X. Not too uncomfortable I hope. As I run my hand up your inner. ..”“Heavy word...”“Anyway, that narrative at Waringarri Arts started me off. Then the visit to the Museum. And now reading this.“The Museum has thousands of photos. The only aboriginals I noticed were stockmen. Only one, ‘Grasshopper,’ was named. In 1963! Why doesn’t the history of the Ord River or the history of Kununurra include those who were killed or moved or resettled? It’s because we don’t exist! Not that we’re slighted. That would be OK. We’re effaced.”“Can I say something?”“No. Let me. She twisted luxuriously in his arms.Finally she broke away from the kiss. Resentment flashed through her eyes as he laughed at her. He had taken the first round. Damn him! He'd made her break it off that time.Greg knew he had to hold his advantage. Once he got advantage over a piece of pussy, he knew, he should never let up until he had her submitting to his every wish. He pulled her body across his legs, cradling her head in his arms leaving her tits open to his hands. His hardened cock rubbed. I told her we shared about our families and he had indeed seen her picture and we had just shared basic info. I did not tell her he had seen her nude photos and even more.....I mentioned he travels a lot and we had even talked about vacations...I told her I think he liked her after seeing her pictures and I was glad we happened to "bump" into them at dinner. I excused myself and told her I had to use the restroom...and as I left I took out the control device and revved up the vibration.....and.