Rosa explained that we didn’t even know her name was on the original list, and Annie said that was because her comments on the blog were submitted u...der a pseudonym.I asked Rosa how she felt about the possibility of her sister going on the journey, and she said she had mixed feelings about it. She said Annie could be flighty as hell sometimes, often selfish and demanding, but that her medical skills would probably be valuable to us. I made an executive decision; I asked Rosa to send her sister. It was a cruel thing to do.Though neither could understand the White girl's language, they could both recognize the pleading and begging and weeping, and felt sorry for the girl. They both knew that it was for her own good however. She would receive her reward many times over when Lunga took her.Churla gave her trembling body a final rub, then stood up. She and Ghumne lifted the girl by the arms and carried her to a big log that was covered with a blanket. Even they could not take Lunga's. I kissed her neck several times and ran my hand over her back and ass. She could feel my hard prick against her and pulled herself tight against it.Back at the table he was slugging that strong drink down, he did not even notice that he was not drinking bourbon but was swallowing enough to knock him out. I guessed we could get him home before he crashed.I told them we were going now and we left. They had gotten there on a bus, they did not own a car. We loaded up in mine. She gave directions to. I always liked my freedom and hated this dress code.My mother, as caring as she was, was strict and made sure I was properly covered. She wanted to make sure her daughter was safe. During those days, she dressed me up and made sure that I was wearing tights over my panties. I, on the other hand, hated the idea. My freedom was being taken away from me. As I continued with my journey and discovered more about my sexuality, I also made sure that I was free from these restrictions. I started.