They were able to visit 4 more tents that night and kill a total of 3 shamans and 2 chiefs, all in a similar manner. On their way out of the camp, the...y used pilfered lances to kill 2 guards. They made a clean getaway and had plenty of time to conceal their trail. They only went far enough away from the camp to ensure their escape, then turned back to spy on the camp to see the result of their efforts. Fifteen Comanches were dead as a result of their raid, and they were very proud of themselves.. ’ Kyle landed his hand on Sara’s shoulder and gave it a gentle pat. ‘You remember me right?’ Sara shook her head and Kyle laughed. ‘I was the fat kid from Miss Ferginson’s class.’ Miss Ferginson… second grade, Dinklestein Elementary. Fatty fat fat Kyle? ‘Really?’ No way. Sara scratched the back of her head and smiled. People could really change in a few years. Or a decade to be approximately exact. ‘You look good,’ Kyle said while elevating his eyebrows. One thing was for sure. Kyle was not. What's your name?" I asked.A sheepish expression covered the little girl's face. "Umm ... Donald," hereplied.I decided to put him at ease a bit and divulge my name as well. "I'mGeorge," I replied.A look of surprise and then relief covered his young face. I looked overat the little girl in the man's body to see how she was doing.She was trying to scramble to her feet to come at us again. She wasstill pretty incapacitated so Donald and I left her. I felt terrible forleaving that poor. Sometimes dad would stick his dick down my throat and face fuck me until he slimed my throat. It seemed like every time he shot off straight down my throat I got even hornier. I was definitely dad’s sex toy now, and he fucked me any time he got hard. If dad got in a creative mood and was making a new movie I started feeling neglected and I’d beg him for a good screwing. Some days he made me suck him off and other days he ate my pussy, sort of like he was giving me a reward, like you give a dog.