“That old Indian and I never did find out his age, told me his name is Charley and his horse, named after Roy Roger’s horse was Trigger. After he ...took another big swallow of my water, said that Indian tradition compelled him to repay me with something he had and could give to me. ’As you can see, my young friend, I have nothing to give you from my pockets to pay the debt my ancestors demand I pay I do not feel you would be interested in my tired old baby maker,’ Charley suggested to me as he. "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," she said, her hand resting on mybare inner thigh."It's Ok" I said, trying to reassure her, but she shook her head. "It'snot OK, it's because I find it so hard to call you Janice, because Iknow inside you aren't Janice, because I'm in love with the personinside and now I cant even say your name without fear of more badthings happening to you."Melissa then did something I never expected, and then in and kissed megently on my huge pouting lips. She kissed me. It occurred to me that spreading our cheeks did nothing to ease his entry. It was an act of submission. I felt Master's cock press against me. A moan leaked out of me as he forced his cock into my tight, untrained ass. The pressure increased and I felt him slide all the way into me. It hurt. The soap on the train had worked much better. He locked his hands on my shoulder, withdrew and then powerfully thrust into my ass. I cried out in shock and not a little pain. My Master pounded me violently.. She was moaning loud! I stopped. She was mad! She wanted something in her! She said, give me all you have you little bastard!I slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. I slowly thrust it fully in and she gave a little movement, she arched backward! Slowly I started fucking her. She was loving it. She was moaning. She was going crazy as I beat my balls to her body. She was craving for that cock! I bent over and she bent forward and we kissed. We were biting each other’s lips. It was going.