“Was it good for you too?” Fiona asked as her fingers continued tickling his prostate. “Fuck you.”, Dave panted as his discomfort slowly eased...away. “Fuck ME?” Fiona responded pretending to be surprised, “Wait. I have a better idea,” her voice became angry and serious when she added, “FUCK YOU!” She walked over to the foot of the bed and untied the ropes holding his legs to the foot board warning him, “You do anything to resist me and I'll slap and punch those blue balls of yours until they're. Tricia gently squeezed my balls with each spurt to maximize the quantity I was filling her stomach with.I pulled my softening cock out of her mouth. Tricia said, “that was incredible Uncle Mark! I am your cum slave! Aunt Beth must let me have your baby!”I caressed her face and said, “she will baby, she will. You’re just going to have to convince her. Now jump in the shower with me and get cleaned up”, I told her.We went to the guest room shower, and let the water flow down upon us.I soaped down. He was so small I could not believe he was the leader. I almost laughed because I had heard so many stories about him and his evil ways. He was maybe five foot four and one hundred fifty pounds, soaking wet. He had that awful farm tan look and was white as a ghost without it. He was not muscular, brown hair with hazel eyes. This guy could walk by me a million times and I would have never guessed he was the great JJ. As we sat on the couch, the two biggest guys moved our coffee table and took. She noticed that most of the males in the tribe were also fastidious in their hygiene and that surprised her because the term, "Dirty Indian" was so much a part of everyday conversation she had expected something quite different. It must have been the constant purification steaming inside the hot rock hut that kept them so clean under their skimpy clothing. If only the females had more than the icy water of the river to work in their favor they wouldn't look so bedraggled and worn-out. The pair.