"Well, what's it going to be, assholes?" she said, threateningly."Well, what's it going to be, assholes?" she said, threateningly. Without glancing at Sherry, I told her that we would much prefer to satisfy her. Now completely nude, the amazon looked less imposing, but her aroma constantly reminded us that we had better make her moan and groan or we would never see the outside of the hut. She untied our right hands and allowed them to hand loosely {to get some circulation back} as she dumped out our knapsacks. "First", she bellowed, "I want to see some frantic fingers! I want to see those fuckers ramming in and out of those cute little pussies. |