He stalked around the cabin, snatching up towels, discarded clothes, and another quilt before stalking back over to me and draping me with these thing...s, too. Cursing, or what sounded like cursing, in a language I didn’t know, he ripped away all of the things he’d just covered me with, and climbed on the bed himself, yanking everything back over us. ‘Uh, sir?’ I began tentatively. He cussed some more, in what sounded like a different language than the first one, and jerked the covers back off. Tsukiumi began struggling, her hands clutching at the fabric restricting her air supply. I charged toward him, but I was instantly shrugged off with a laugh as his elbow caught my jaw. I hit the floor and felt powerless as I watched him hold her small frame in the air. Tsukiumi’s legs came together and in one motion, they came back and up. Her feet, and the wood attached to them, impacted into the thug’s groin. He collapsed to his knees. If he wasn’t trying to kill my friend, I would’ve felt. A while later she went into the house to start the meat simmering. Then I heard it, the clanking and the squealing of brakes. An NPS truck pulled up in front of our house. Justine quickly got up and went into the house. She threw on a T shirt and a pair of shorts as she passed the bedroom and went to the door.She answered the door and spoke to the driver for a few minutes. Then he went back to his truck and she followed him. She went into the truck with him. I thought that was against the. " I get the briefest glance of that wickedly coysmile again before Mr. Jones pulls my mouth further onto his shaft,forcing my attentions from my wife to his cock. At that moment, Iremember why I loved making love to her all those years ago: at hercore, she's just a wanton wench. Even if I wasn't man enough to helpher manifest her inner slut completely.Humiliation. While I'd always known it as a backdrop to my desires,I'd never thought that it would become such a powerful aphrodisiac formy.