Liz’s breath caught in her throat and then she found her voice. “What … what are you doing? Please let us go. … Don’t touch me, please.” Her words sounded loud in the quiet of the clearing. Julie struggled in the grip of the two natives. “Leave my mom alone … let chinese us go … we haven’t done anything to you … please.” Compared to their captors, Liz and Julie felt like children; they were at least half a foot or more shorter than the women who surrounded them. There was little question how much control the natives had and how little control their captives had. The chief’s strong hands moved from Liz’s face to her shoulders and then her upper arms, squeezing as she went. She appeared to approve of the firmness and muscle tone. A brief command was spoken and the natives holding Liz released their grip but still stood close by. Liz realized her freedom from being held meant little to her overall situation. She looked up and noticed that the chief’s hands were touching her own covering teen and seemed to be pantomiming that she wanted Liz to remove her shirt. Liz again felt the chill/thrill up her spine and this time were was a tingle in her breasts. The realization was dawning on her that she and her daughter were being held by a tribe of Amazons who were lesbians. “NOOOOO, please, don’t make me do that,” Liz said, her eyes fearful as her mind raced with the possibilities. She had enjoyed a few sexual encounters with women but she doubted her daughter had experimented with women. The slight smile on the chief’s face disappeared into a stern look. Her large hands reached and grabbed Liz’s shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying. Liz’s hands tried to grab at the sides of the shirt but the two assistants stepped forward and helped yank and tear the blouse down her arms and off. Liz’s crossed her arms protectively over her blowjob camisole top. She suddenly noticed the chief holding a knife and thought, “Where did that come from?” The chief pointed the knife at her hands until the point touched skin. Liz understood the meaning and dropped her arms to her side. Her camisole was damp and was clinging to her 34-c cup breasts. The nipples were evident, the fear and the russian latent excitement of the situation causing them to harden. The chief grabbed the bottom of the garment, slipped the knife against the cloth and sliced asian it; she then grabbed it and ripped it open, exposing Liz’s heaving breasts. “MOOOOM, Oh god … Leave her alone,” Julie cried, her eyes wide as she saw her mother’s breasts for the first time. ‘Oh no,’ I thought. Just make it asian stop!” I was surprised it That seemed so long ago. Without saying hello or blowjob anything, Cliff directed, “Get on 95, middle lane, and drive with the flow. I just made sure to keep it a boyish long, everywhere but in private. As I looked back in her eyes she reached up and pulled me to her and teen we kissed long and passionately. “So when are you going russian to let me see your yummy boner?” She whimpered as I kept pushing my rock hard cock into her grinding mound making her whimper. I wish she wouldn’t. I shouldn’t have to feel embarrassment in front of another female, but my face grows redder when I have to push down my chinese clinging panties with her watching the whole time. We played another round and she had that look of deep thought. - "JUST A LITTLE MORE!