She propped the pistol against the tree trunk and took careful aim, brought the hammer to full cock, checked her aim, and carefully squeezed the trigg...er. BANG! The recoil from the big pistol was kind of unexpected after firing a couple of shots from the smaller Navy Colt, but she still was in position to fire another shot if it was needed.The Indian hadn't moved! Had she missed? At this range with the pistol propped against the tree, she couldn't have! But wait—the Indian should have reacted to. I am heartbroken to know that I was a willing participant in the effort to enslave them. At the same time, I am angry with myself for not seeing what was being done. As I noted earlier, some of the procedures the company performed seemed odd, as did some coworkers comments but ... in context they weren’t all that odd.“Shortly after we arrived here some of those charged with mutiny approached me asking me to work with them on a project. The incentive was that if it was successful all of us would. I was still so wet and could feel the beginnings of another orgasm as I played with my little bud. I wanted him inside me again, but more than that, I wanted him to come inside me. He was still stroking himself, watching me, but I could see the need, my need, reflected in his eyes. He was a man approaching the limits of his tolerance and I was only too happy to help him out. I moaned aloud now, letting my need show as I teased my clit. My hips were moving up and down on my fingers, my movements. I never even bothered to put my little bikini top back on. Truth is, I couldn’t find it and really couldn’t be bothered at this point. The girls were enjoying the freedom and I was a little surprised how sassy it made me feel being naked in nature. I found myself slowly sauntering up shore, imagining that someone was watching me. I found a tucked away spot, pulled my bottoms down and did my thing and realized, crap! I had forgotten the all important TP. When I finished, with no option, I just.