.)I continued to walk, my world narrowed only to the endless walk and myvoice in my head.(That's perfect, nice short stride, crossing your feet, keep ...the linestraight, left, right, left, a nice, tight, skirt would also help yourwalk, you can change now that you're done.)I blinked a couple times, seeing that the door had reappeared and satopen. "I'm done? Oh, thank god, was that really only one mile? How longwas that?"(That was 5,257 seconds. You made a number of attempts that lasted up to81% of. The topic of the day, around every fire, was about who would be the next Chief of the tribe. The idea of even having a vacancy was scary to most of the tribe. No tribe could run without someone that acted as arbiter when disputes and misunderstandings arose. The problem in the front of everyone's mind was that there were no clear candidates to be Chief.All of the married men gathered at the hunter's fire and talked about the problems they faced in deciding on a new chief. There was to be an. Even though it was covered, I could feel the outline of his tongue, lips, and nose on my clit and labia. Jay was putting the perfect amount of pressure on them. He would kiss, inhale deeply, then sigh as he continued his facial assault on my slit, through the panties. At one point, I put my hand on the back of his head so I could grind onto his mouth.Using his lower lip, he vibrated my clit until I screamed in orgasm, “Oh! Oh! Oh! Ahhhh!”From my juices, the silk crotch was soaked through. Jay,. He also found the fly whisk and it did indeed make a thoroughly impressive swish. He tried it out on his forearm and, sure enough, it stung slightly but left no more than a slight reddening.The next thing to decide was how and when would be best to administer the punishment. He decided that it would be wrong to let it interfere with their normal love-making particularly with Sharon's present state of mind. Instead he would deal with her on arrival in his study. He would hide the "whip" in a.