It was the great Quecholli-holiday, the day when the three hundred and one sacred animals should be hunted down in honor of the god Mixcoatl. All nine...hundred and one naked girls would be at the hunting area as potential prey animals.Before daybreak, people gathered in front of the Ball-court with the naked girls. Everyone was in good spirits and all rejoiced to see the start of the holy hunting.At sunrise came the colorful procession. In the lead dancing girls dressed in beautiful dresses in. Maybe they should have had him fixed or something… She was pushing back against him, moaning and panting. She could feel him panting too, his drool was dripping out of his mouth and onto her curly blonde hair. Her tits were bouncing back and forth as her whole body bounced with the rhythm of the dogs thrusting. It felt so good, way better than when shed just let him lick her pussy. She could feel that pleasure again, that good feeling, and she knew she was going to cum again. She gasped,. This I knew. Her ass cheeks were such a target for the fly rod and I'd whipped the bed a few good swishes so she could see the potential for her flesh being lacerated. The white bed sheet was nicked and shredded in several spots. I remembered the Quebec cunt and how I'd given her the baker's dozen across her chest. It wasn't a lucky number for her and her tits got redder and stripped and well nicked. I chuckled to myself upon realizing how much I enjoyed flaying her, how much I enjoyed. She hadn’t been enjoying the book very much, anyhow. The author made it sounded so easy to change your life. She knew that wasn’t true. Changing your life involved taking risks, and one thing she knew only too well was that when things didn’t work out, you wound up more miserable than you were in the first place. She picked up the phone and said, ‘Hello?’ ‘Ann?’ a male voice said. ‘This is Mark Lewis.’ ‘Oh, hi, Mr. Lewis,’ Ann said. She wondered why the store manager was calling her at home on.