He put his arms around Cynthia and then tried to kiss her but she pulled away shaking her head. Apparently, she wasn’t ready to go the extra step, a...t least not in public. Cynthia left, got into her chariot, calling that Mercedes a car was an insult, and pulled away. Good thing, I thought as I made a quick exit to the men’s room. Coffee doesn’t normally run through me but after drinking that huge cup I thought I’d better make a pit stop before I continued. Finishing my business I approached the. I craned my neck but I still couldn't see it. Smiling evilly at me I saw… oh God no! In his hand was a much bigger anal plug, pink in color, about six inches long, three inches in diameter, a true item of torture if I ever saw one. I knew I was in more trouble than he let on to me. "Master John, no, don't, please, that won’t fit!!" I said, screaming and crying in terror. He picked up the bamboo cane, again smiling."Shall I give you something more to cry about, Ceres?" he said, hitting the cane. You can call me Sioux, or Apache but it won't change what I think, or what I believe. We aren't asking for you to give up anything but your name. Is that so bad? I have been called many things, but none of that means anything. It is what is in your heart, and the Ute heart and the Cheyenne heart beat closely. Don't make the decision now. Come and see the valley that we are building. See the people and how they live. We wouldn't expect you to move there. You could just move your village into the. I placed two fingers in her hot pink pussy and began to move my hand in and out of her soaking wet cunt. As I finger fucked her I saw out of the corner of my eye, her vibrating back massager sitting on her dresser. I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean. I leaned over and grabbed the massager and turned it on then back off again. She was looking me in the eye, but at this point she couldn't really speak, she was breathing extremely quickly, and was biting on her finger to stop from.