She led me to a couch at the back of the store. I couldn't help noticing her hips swivel sexily, and hair down to her waist. As she turned toward me, ... realized she had tits that seemed full on her slim frame.As I sat down on the cushioned couch, she knelt between my legs, and picked up my right foot. Slipping off the sandal I wore, she pushed my leg out, and stared at my bare pussy as her hands caressed my foot. "Mmmmm, you're a big girl. Size nine, I think. I'll be right back." Then before. “I couldn’t resist.”“While I was peeing?” I demanded and stood up, letting my robes fall down my hips. I muttered a quick prayer to cleanse my pussy. “Are you okay?”Angela let out a giggle. She sounded drunk. I cocked my head and studied her. She was naked. She had stripped out of her armor, so that explained why I didn’t hear her, but it didn’t explain why she was acting so weird.“Angela, what’s wrong?”“Nothing’s wrong,” she said, brandishing the skeletal arm at me. “I feel fine. Wonderful,. He is much stronger and more muscled up and he tells me to take off my pants and that he wants to fuck my white ass! He is wearing no under wear and is a Middle Eastern man from Jordan. His dick is rock hard between 9-10 inches of throbbing muscle and he wants to fuck my virgin bottom. I was afraid that it was going to hurt really bad and I protest that he is too big and he manhandles me untying my belt and making me remove both my pants and underwear. He forces me down until I am in a tight. She grew up with tales of daring pirates, adventurous pioneer women and successful new settlers. Ava loved to out-do anyone especially boys on the islands. She was as good as any archer back in France, fished in the shoals around the islands, and learnt to shoot wild pigs. When she returned to France only 6 months earlier, her Father and new stepmother tried to change her dramatically. No more man style horse riding, shooting or archery and definitely no pants. Ava was not used to layers upon.