The company my husband works for had asked him to go away for a few days for training, my husband knows I don't like being alone and as much as I like... hanging out with women I generally prefer male company so hubby said to me why don't you get Adam to come over for tea and chill with your for the evenings ( Adam is my husband's closest friend).On the day of my husband leaving to travel I arranged with Adam to come round for dinner and then chill to watch a film or something along those lines as. Pointing to a nearby young brave, he continued, “Him? One woman, one feather. Him?”, pointing to a second, older man, “Three women, three feathers.”The reporter looked at the Chief’s headdress. “But you have so many feathers!”The Chief proudly slapped his chest. “Me Chief. Sleep with all women. Big, small, fat, tall.”Horrified, the female reporter said; “You ought to be hung!”The Chief said, “Damn right. Me hung big like buffalo, long like snake”The offended reporter said, “You don’t have to be. I ran my hands over the curves of her buttocks, then firmly grabbed through the fabric of her uniform’s skirt. “Mmm.” Her body temperature went up a few degrees. I gave her rear a light slap, and it went up even more. This was what she really wanted. I spanked her conservatively a couple times, and she started to get into it. So I stopped. “Oh, come on.” She tried to turn to look at me, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move her arms much, either, but she waved them in the small way that she. “Welcome!”Chelsey was a pretty blonde girl, about ten years younger than me. She was not slim, rather voluptuous, but very attractive, with great mannerisms. She put me at reasonable ease right away.“Do you want a shower?” she asked softly, while we made small talk about me and my muscular woes.I thought about it, then agreed, “Yes I should shower since I am just coming from work.”I think it was also the right thing to do, as well. I would not want to massage a somewhat sweaty body if it was.