I could feel the cold of the chain on my back and between my cheeks. She stood there looking at me for a few seconds then I remembered. I dropped to m... knees, raised the glasses to her and bowed my head in submission. ‘Very good slave! I didn’t want to slap the glasses out of your hands, but I would have if I had to remind you of your position.’ She took the glasses but did not tell me to rise so I remained on my knees, once again pushing my anal intruder around inside my body. I heard her fill. He pulled his pants down and what I saw was amazing! His dick was about 8.6 inches, and was as his skin, and his mushroom head was pink and beautiful. Before I have only seen Mexican dicks, so when I saw his I knew I could never go back. We compared our dicks and his was so much bigger than mines, and it also looked much nicer. I said “ay papi your dick is much bigger” he replied by saying “you have a small uncircumcised clit; I should fuck your Mexican pussy like I fuck your aunt and cousin”.. ? And this is supposed to mean something to me? Culled? I know what it means to cull a herd, but that can't be what you mean. Is it?" Exactly," she said and turned her head so she couldn't see him looking at her. "I was too short, too ugly; everybody knew I would be one of those culled. That's why I ran away." What exactly does it mean to be 'culled'?" he asked."It means I would not be allowed to mate," she whispered."What do you mean, allowed? How could they stop you?" No man would lower. Ready for the end he so fervently promised her. But she could do one more act of kindness before she went to her grave. Closing her mismatched eyes of green and gold, Isobel felt the cool rush of her power flow through her limbs, and into her companion. Warmth spread through his chilled skin as his life giving blood was renewed, bones began to quicken their mending, and burns began to heal. The power within her began to flicker out as exhaustion overtook her. There was so much to do, so much to.