The Indian could watch, he could fuck my mouth and joke with our Master, but none of us trusted him. I was a little mad at them and it was almost a week before I let any of them mate with me again. Anal sex He pulled at my nipples as well, twisting the rings and giving them little tugs that sent shivers of pleasure spiked with pain through my feverish body. It wasn’t exactly fun, that part of it, but very satisfying all the same. Once on the chain though, I could refuse them nothing, nor could I refuse anyone else as became apparent when Master locked me to the bolt for his friend, the round faced Indian who’d spoken to Master previously that summer about Whitecloud. I just didn’t know
