‘The loincloths we’re wearing are handmade in the village where I was raised, and so they are part of my culture and part of the experience. But,... they also are there to set limits. Ladies come here, and they are already topless in a strange place alone with me. To make them lay naked is not a situation I want to force them into. Besides, the tension that causes problems is rarely in the buttocks or groin. My methods can be very intimate if we go there, and it will make you feel fantastic. Just like the first time I took him and blackmailed him and the first time I ever touched a man or let a man tough me. Clearly, John was my number #4 slut crawling in front of me naked, with painted toenails red polished, collar and leach and me spanking and swatting his tight ass. His cock hard and balls full. I first let him to his bedroom and opened the door. I walked ahead of him pulling him to the bed and told him to "EAT THAT PUSSY BITCH" she dived into the pussy he was married to. What had changed in that time to convince him that Glen hadn't told everything?"How can you be so sure? You weren't earlier," she asked now."I just know he didn't talk," Gavin replied."How did dad die?" Fiona asked, her tears subsiding a little.Christine realised that she didn't know the answer to that question. She had been in such a fog she hadn't thought to ask."A single gunshot to the head," Gavin said."But we saw his face, there was a lot of damage, but surely no bullet wounds?" Christine. After an hour of swimming and splashing all of the girls get out for lunch. Sitting around in only a towel or less they’ve a good time chatting and eating while they take their time over lunch. Suddenly Grace’s head pops up and turns toward the forest downwind of them at the same time one of their horses whinnies and looks at the forest upwind of their position.Drawing her bow while she stands up Grace says, “Carefully and slowly, everyone get dressed and calm the horses. Don’t mount them, just.