I was just moaning and holding on. It was very warm and steamy in the small barn and we both were sweating and breathing heavy as we kissed and rubbed... and fucked. I was very close to having an orgasm when I opened my eyes and looked over his shoulder to see three tribesmen watching us.My first thought was panic, but just then George really started to fuck me hard. He was groaning and slamming into me. I knew he was cumming. Then I could feel his hot cum flood my pussy as he squirted it deep. I closed my eyes in agony and ecstasy, when the sound of a belt unbuckling and the foil of a condom wrapper ripping filled my ears. ‘Wait!’ I panted, using these precious moments of calm to explain, ‘Please go slowly, Pierce, I’m-‘ With an aggressive yank he gripped my head in his hands, staring into my eyes with his own, lust-filled ones. ‘It’s Sir to you, Clara,’ he growled, and rubbed his erection against my opening. I gasped, and grabbed at his muscular back. ‘Please, Sir, I need you,’ I. Her bra was a creamy tan color and was very lacy.Much can be conveyed by words, almost as much as can be conveyed by body language. But what part does tone of voice play? It’s not exactly verbal and it’s certainly not non-verbal. It is said that seventy percent of communication in a face to face meeting is non-verbal. So that leaves thirty percent for the spoken part. Sometimes the tone of voice, with its tiny nuances, may account for twenty-nine percentage points. Watching Christy approach had. I looked at Ruth again and deliberately began to undress her with my eyes, something I dared never let Ruth see in the past. I wanted to see what her reaction might be and to relish the opportunity to remember so clearly what she’d looked like in those days. Ruth had never been classically beautiful, nor I handsome in that same way. We were truly well suited to one another I could see now, with more than twenty years of additional experience to gauge such things. But while Ruth was a bit plain.