He laughs again, "my, my, what a little slut we are today. You ARE my little slut aren't you, Lynn??" Normally she would argue this a while just for f...un but tonight she was too far gone to play any games. This was real. She was his completely to do anything with and she knew it. "YES, yes, I'm your slut." She moans loudly as he cuts the material away from her pussy. At last she's naked except for her stockings and blindfold.Her babbling of "pleases" and "ooohhhh" give him an idea. He steps. That’s a very rare opportunity.“So, what do I want my girlfriend to do? I want her to accept the ‘assignment’ but please come back to me and be MY loving girlfriend, and maybe more. I also want you to tell me what you’re doing and where you are? Lots of communications.”“Do you want me to be telling you the sexy stuff?” Amber ignored the implications of his comment about their relationship.“Especially the sexy stuff,” he emphasized. “I don’t need more than a sentence or two about your. Sam had discovered by constant experimentation that the Apache women were mostly lean and muscular even in their rear end regions totally unlike most other Indian females. He assumed that this difference was due to their daily labors and the constant rigors of semi-starvation caused by corrupt reservation agents. They were a caution what with their eager offering of anal or normal copulation and the fact that they were truly a spirited ride when their new partner was buried up deep inside.It. It smelt like sweat and old food, but at that moment she didn't really care. She had no quibbles regarding his motive, this prison was for containment, not death by cold. He had done it out of duty, not compassion. The Cassiline brotherhood's hatred of her kind was a well known fact. Now, in the courtyard, the figure moved. Removing his heavy grey robe, he folded it neatly and placed it on the ground nearby. He wore woollen trousers of the same grey, precisely cut and fitted to his lean frame..