I put in 35 stitches and he never made a sound the whole time, just continuing to glare at me with hatred. After applying the antibacterial ointment a...nd a sterile dressing, I wrapped his leg with clean bandages. I instructed him to keep it clean but could see that he wouldn’t listen to me. I told Red Cloud that if he didn’t do as I instructed, he would die or lose the leg. Red Cloud told me that someone would keep an eye on him and make sure he kept the wound clean. I knew that many Native. I couldn't tell whether my arousal came from his touch or his suggestion, but I didn't care. I felt his erection rising through my panties and his jeans, and backed him against the wall, pressing myself against him. "So, what did you have in mind?" The soft purr of my voice matched his quiet tones. He explained, briefly, then cut the legs out of the pantyhose with scissors. At his request, no, at his command--my agreement deprived me of the right to refuse him--I knelt, knees spread and feet. For me, it started with a thong I stole from my mom's drawer which eventually went on to lingerie, to normal clothes, and all the way to dressing fully. Im now 24, and all I wanted to do was to show myself to a man and be the little slut I know I can be. I tried online a few times but being in the closet and meeting randomly made me really nervous so I could never bring myself to do it. After a while, I started having a lot of time with the house to myself. I'd dress as much as I could and. A problem that doesn’t have to be a problem, and I won’t let it be, but is still a little uncomfortable for me.One of the things Hugo does to keep in shape is run. And I mean he runs. I tried to go with him one day, I do some jogging of my own, but within only a few hundred yards I was so out of breath that I just collapsed and told him to keep going, that I’d walk back. Instead, almost without breaking stride, he bent down, picked me up effortlessly and kept going, still running!Anyhow, he’s.