Chapter Five
A Night with Two Wives
After a time, Kalesh and the women made camp. Pon collected sticks, then very dutifully helped Kalesh begin a fire while Mara dressed the game he had collected.
“Husband,” said the little blonde at one point, shyly, although she smiled to herself at the sound of the word, “may I ask a thing?”
“Why, of course, Little Wife,” he crooned playfully. Seeing her lower lip push out at the thought that she was mocked, Kalesh grinned superior, and he reached over into the top of her dress and fondled her taut little bosoms with a pleasantly demanding roughness. “Speak, I beg of you—if you can!”
Her small breasts filled his cupping hand just right, and her n*****s stood at his mercy, tiny and vulnerable and inflamingly helpless. Pinching, he made the poor girl
