Not a mark, not a scratch, not anything. I knew what I'd been doing when I was injured and now there was no evidence as to what had happened. I just c...ouldn't believe what I saw in the mirror.As I thought about the events that led up to that fateful moment when the arrow struck, one thing stood out. It was late in the afternoon, and the sky had suddenly darkened. The air itself had a feeling of being alive. I really can't fully describe how it was. It seemed that all my senses had heightened. I. Susan removed her bra that he was wearing and pulled and pinched his nipples. He was hard and erect and very turned on by what his wife was doing to him.“Does the bad boy want his ass-fucking now?”“Yes. Please fuck my ass! I was a bad boy while you were out. Please fuck my ass with your big dick.”“Assume the position! Put your dirty ass up high on the bed.”Mark green got on his hands and knees on the bed. He put his ass up high in the air. Susan squeezed lube into her palm and slathered it over. And her conversation was getting more confident and more wide-ranging. I took her seriously and complimented her often, and in talking with me she found an expressive capacity she never knew she had.Kendall never seemed to notice.It was about this time that she began to go without a bra sometimes. I remember the first time vividly. She was wearing a high-necked pullover that was cut short but very full, so that it dropped straight down to her waist from the two very obvious points of her. We have seen off at least one large band of wanderers, and forced them to release their captives. High Chief John has trained us well. Some of our newcomers are still trying to reach the high standard to be accepted as warriors.”“Who do you train as warriors, then?”“Every adult who joins the tribe has to learn how to defend the tribe, so all get the basic training in weapon handling – spear, knife, and bow and arrow. The best are accepted as warriors; the rest have enough training to stop.