Along the way, my passenger told me stories of the hunting and wild horse gathering and wildlife of his youth growing up on the reservation. There was...more than a little wistfulness in his voice in remembering those times. He is now a factory worker in Tucson and he was coming back to the land of his fathers to get over the wife who had been unfaithful in Tucson.At White Mountain, I let him out in the snow to grab a ride with some friends further back into the reservation, and headed eastward. This time footman and under butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the front steps, and between them they set the carriage steps down and collected my bags, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other area then I failed to detect it, though at least the staff were lined up neatly enough on the steps.I proceeded to inspect them one by one, Mr Belcher the Butler unwashed, badly shaven,dressed in a filthy shirt. Bobby was finishing up at my pussy then moving up, sucking the sticky portions from my tits. He smiled as he swallowed every drop. The bowl full was all that was left. He took it and facing the camera, started sipping it obscenely. He dipped his tongue into it and let it run down his chin, careful to make sure he didn't lose it. Finally, turning the bowl up, he showed the camera a mouth full of cum. It took him four gulps but he swallowed it. I put my hand on the back of his head and kissed him. HOW OFTEN HAVE YOU DRESSED AND GONE OUT?Except for your demands, I haven't really done that. There was therecent maid instance with Kelli, when they sent me outside twice, whichto be fair I really enjoyed. But otherwise I'd only really been out inmy underwear. I was too scared. Dressing was always a private thing.Sitting here in the food court, I think I'm doing pretty well. Ioccasionally get the trembles and have to take a second to calm down.But most of the women I've met have been friendly.I.