While we were dancing I commented that unlike me she was not following the Scottish tradition, because I could feel her pantyline at the bottom of her...back. "Oh no, you're wrong" she said, "I don't have any panties on. What you can feel is the girdle I'm wearing to keep my stockings up". My cock throbbed against her body as I decided that feeling is believing, and so I reached down and put my hand up the front of her skirt, where I was delighted to find that she was right. I gently rubbed my. Fighting Hawk returned to sitting on the porch steps thinking. He reached a decision and headed off to see Running Deer. When he got there Running Deer was sweating over his forge and banging a piece of iron. He had learned to make steel, but it still wasn't of high enough quality that he would make anything out of it yet. Fighting Hawk leaned against the wall and waited for Running Deer to notice him."Fighting Hawk what are you doing loafing here?" Running Deer smiled at him and even went to. ). It turns me on when I think about them watching me on the television, reading the news, knowing what they did to me. And I cannot tell you how much it excites me knowing that I could be on the street passing by or be standing right next-to one of those very men who degraded and used me that night....Anyway, back to the story... The concave table was filling up with warm cum. Marie helped me roll over and over in it to make sure every bit of me was bathed in it.”You dirty boys want to see me. So really it’s like Jevon will be your owner.’ Mom blushed like crazy and could only say ‘Jevon!’ I busted in, even if it was rude or out of line, and asked ‘But he owns you. How can he…’ ‘Well I’m still his number one owned woman. But he has others….’ And she drifted off. She didn’t look unhappy the way I had been – like a child! – when I found out Julian had another slut. But you could tell she didn’t want to talk about it either. So I just kissed Mom’s cheek. Which they didn’t seem to mind.