She was really pretty and she had a really nice figure too. Thing is, she was ginger and back then, nobody wanted to admit that they liked gingers, bu... if her hair had have blonde or brunette, well...Anyway, I starts to imagine what she'd look like naked - I reckon she'd probably caught me starin' at her, but I reckon I wasn't the only boy who stared at her? So as I'm soapin' me balls and cock in the shower, me cock starts to twitch! Now, I knew all about women cos of the European magazines. Every stroke brought a flash of searing heat, as if my cock was hot iron. Every thrust took me to her core, filling her with my love.I drove into her again and again, smooth thrusts, deep strokes, panting with the need to join with her. She was hot and so slick, her body wrapped around me like we were made for each other. My cock was enveloped by her pussy, her inner muscles stroking me like greedy fingers. My balls swelled, tightened with pleasure, as she moved her hips with mine, the rhythm. Here the clientele can also get married and collared in a private wedding ceremony. There's a lovely chapel for a regular wedding, and then after the ceremony, the submissive goes into a room that's equipped with a four poster bed, several hanging wall implements and a spanking bench. The submissive is collared by her Dominant and then she is paddled thoroughly over the spanking bench for as long as her Dom chooses. After the Dom can take the submissive's holes on either the bed or the bench.. I was the Indian Princess, sacrificing her virginity (okay, I wasn't a virgin, but I was in the zone, ya know?) for the good of the tribe - or whatever the fuck the legend was. I was primed for the Great Spirit to enter me and knock me up with the next Geronimo.Then the light changed and the wind died down and the moment was over. I was still turned on though, you could have made me cum with a feather from a warbonnet.“Mom, did you feel the Great Spirit come over you.?”“Sort of.”“May I kiss.