When I tried to turn my head to the side so I could breath, he yanked the leash choking me again. Soon as I was in position, I heard the Clockmaster g...ab what he brought up. ‘Rope. He wrapped my ankles and wrists with it, tying it with a tight knot. I tried twisting my wrists but could barely do that. I heard him undoing his belt and as he spoke, he quietly asked “Do you know why you are being punished?” My yes muffled, he still seemed to understand. With a slight warning tap, he cracked his. She told me that the fish represented her old life and heritage, and that the bear represented her commitment to our tribe. She then shared with me the fact that all the ex-River people amongst the fighting force were sporting similar tattoos. She even told me that Bogdi and Geeta wore them, though the brother and sister had a horse’s head on their left arm instead of a fish.Marta finally sold me on the idea when she brought Maia to speak with me. I knew Maia to see her, and even though I had. Sometimes I was fortunate enough to be able to go out and do it all over again. I know one picture in particular got three loads from me in a three hour span. That was another thing if I found a picture that I thought was really, REALLY hot, I usually just put it off to the side under some sticks and leaves, so that I could come out and pay homage to it again (or even a third time). Other times I would just wrinkled them up and threw them somewhere else in the woods on the way back. I left no. She is first back to her crotch and she slides her shorts up so that she can get close to her mound. I catch a glimpse of blue nondescript underwear that she proceeds to pull to the side. I see no hair, but I do see the red of her vulva. I rub my hard on more through pants and want to touch my cock, but am afraid to get caught. As I look up to my new friend's eyes she is looking straight at me. As if she can read my mind, she shakes her head up and down. I slowly unzip my pants. She is watching.