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The light, teasing touch was raising goose bumps on Liz’s skin as the native moved it over the captive’s body. Liz saw the woman move around behind her and then felt the feather on her glamour right shoulder. She shivered as the teasing touch made its way down and across her back, moving side to side, up and down until it reached her ass. Liz realized how stifling it was inside hut. The jungle heat and humidity was causing Liz to sweat, the beads starting to run down from her hairline, across her face and down her body. The sexual heat that was being raised also contributed. The native moved the feather down to behind Liz’s knee, a sensitive spot. Liz gasped and her body jumped as the feather started to slowly stroke its way up the back of her left thigh. The woman walked in front of Liz, the feather trailing over Liz’s skin, then up and down the inside of her thighs. She closed her eyes and realized that the teasing, tortuous foreplay was winding up her sexual spring. As her mother was dealing with a one-on-one sensual encounter, Julie’s experience was different. Unable to pull away from the chief’s iron grip, Julie had been dragged into the camp’s largest hut, followed by the rest of the tribe. In the middle of the structure was a flattened mound of dirt covered with animal skins. It was about waist high, about 3 feet long and about 18 inches wide. It was fairly flat but slightly curved upward. There were four strong stakes about 2 feet from each corner. Julie was Mini Skirt dragged to the “bed” and forced to lie down so that her head was at one end and just part of her ass was on the edge at the other end. In moments, her hands were tied to two of the posts and her ankles to the other two. Her boots and socks queen were pulled off. Tied spread-eagled, her legs splayed, she felt more vulnerable than she ever had. “Please, please … what are you gonna do?” Her head thrashed from side to side, her hair whipping and she noticed that all of the natives were now naked. Other than chick different hair lengths and different fuck faces, Julie could tell no differences between the two dozen women encircling her. Their bodies were all similar – large, full breasts, taut torsos and sinewy arms and legs. The native women crowded around Julie. On each side, a native was holding a large wooden bowl. The women dipped their hands in the bowl and started rubbing the liquid on Julie’s body. It was a fragrant, slippery substance. “AAAHHGGAAAWWWDDD,” Julie gasped. It was probably the material of his Mini Skirt shorts and underwear…why did I even mentally go there? She said sure I would love it. Now I know. Never make love. My kitty tingled... The rules were so glamour strange. Before mounting me, Julie put her pussy over my mouth so I could lick some of her cum juices. In about half an hour, her sons would arrive. I grabbed her fuck hips, than pulled her pussy down onto my mouth. chick Horniness and male hormones permeated the air. After queen a while it begins humping against Laura's face and whining. “ I really got carried away when you were swapping in and out of both my holes.