Going behind some bushes, they stripped and put on the cloths.Now that they were dressed more or less the same as the other men in the town, they walked through the streets to explore the town. One thing they had failed to notice was that no man they had seen was alone, all had had women with them. Three men walking by themselves was unusual. Several women walked up to them. “What are you doing?” One woman asked. The men looked at her strangely. Reg said “we are just walking through town. Have we done anything wrong?” “Where are your mistresses?” Another woman asked. “I don’t know what you mean” said Oren. With that all three of them were escorted to a jail, and locked up.Two hours later the men were taken to another building. One by one they were put on a stage. Lynn was outraged, when half a dozen women began to bid on him. He continued to protest over and over that he could not be sold like this, but sold he was. All three of them were sold in this manner and to different women at. She sat up and stretched, then got out of bed. By the time Joanne reached the bathroom, Fran already had the shower running and was standing under the spray. Joanne stepped in with her. Gem-like droplets of water glistened on Fran’s compact, lush body. Fran held a sudsy washcloth in her hand. When Joanne entered the shower, Fran began rubbing the lather-filled cloth over her friend’s body. The contact of the sudsy cloth started heat growing in Joanne. ‘My God! This is incredible!’ she thought. ‘I’ve never been this horny in my life! Fran just barely started touching me and I’m turned on!’ Joanne took a second washcloth off the rack on the shower wall and began to lather it. When it was covered with white foamy suds, she began to wash her friend’s beautiful, rounded form. As their washcloths slid over lovely flesh, passion began to burgeon in the two friends. Each paid careful attention to areas on their partner’s body they had learned were especially sensitive and soon both lovely.
It was big enough to set over the wolf's den's entrance hole and I rigged a short peg to hold the hinged end open. I tied a fifty-foot length of twine on the peg so we could spring the trap from a distance. Of course the wolf couldn't get to her den even after she entered the cage but I figured it would take her a while to discover that feature.Explaining how it was supposed to work was easy and both Teechi and Teecha caught on right away. I took my M1 and they grabbed the cage and we were off. Cowta and Biltee would stay at the cave and listen for a three shot signal, which would let them know to come and help.It took almost no time to put the trap in place and after it was set Teechi, Teecha, and I lay the string out and climbed a tree, holding one end of it. I guess waiting like we were was part and parcel of their lives but it was hard on me. I spent what seemed like days with nothing to do but look around in the woods.Three hours later Teechi touched my shoulder and made a.