I climbed up so I could get a clear view and started taking pictures she was really working her fingers on her nipples and I could hear her moan light...ly. She started working down her belly and I was hoping she was going to do what I wanted to see. She poured more oil over her mound and as her fingers got to her bush she was spreading her legs wide open. She was working both hands one on her swollen nub and shoving a couple of fingers on the other in her pussy. I must have taken 20 photos by. Marsha could feel her body temperature rise and her face burn as she unsnapped the bra and let it fall, her melon sized breasts bursting free to reveal large dark areolas surrounding even darker nipples.She saw the eyes of the men light up at the sight of her naked breasts and knew she had scored points. The women however showed no reaction. She turned away from them, bent over at the waist and proceeded to drop her thong. The men were now smiling and even Marlene showed a glint in her eye. I'm five or six miles from home, he thought. At least I know where I am. Guess I could hike it in a couple of hours, but my legs and rear end sure do hurt, knee hurts too. Barefoot doesn't matter if I stay to the side of the dirt road. He looked back where the cavalryman still slept by his shoes. I'd do a lot better on a horse. It hurt to think about climbing onto a saddle again, and he made a face as he plucked at the knot with his thumbnail. Maybe I could get Mr. Bouve's little riding horse. Luckily Reg said he had to go out on Sunday so that was good. “Ok honey” I said “maybe I will go out too”. I didn’t specify where and he didn’t ask. Sunday morning I was a mess. Excited about my appointment but concerned that Reg would ask where I was going. He didn’t. The appointment was at 2pm and I arrived at the shop and Marge ushered upstairs. Dominique was there in the same clothes but wearing a strap-on dildo. It was obvious that I was going to be fucked by her. This time she didn’t need.