I hated it. It took away my ability to zone out, and to think clearly. I had to pay attention to my workout, and it wasn't much fun. It also wore me o...t for my Erg training and push-ups. I was dying all day in class. I actually started cutting out the pattern for my new black lounge pajama pants. All the girls were making dresses. I offered to help take measurements, but they all told me to go somewhere else and play, and let the other girls play with their tits.In the Photography class, we. Nothing else was expected of her. Although the village women were kind to her in every way, she made no progress in talking to them. They simply seemed uninterested in her attempts to communicate. Despite this, she had formed a theory to explain the strange ritual that had become her new life. In her own tribe, the witch men would sacrifice small a****ls or chickens, and pore over the entrails to foretell the future. In this way they would determine the most auspicious time to plant crops,. Grant could see the tiny figure of Jennifer in the window but not Max.Jennifer’s eyes welled up, seeing her beloved Max. She knocked on the glass, and though it was useless for him to hear, she hollered his name several times. She cried for him, happy tears that Grant was taking good care of her Max.Jennifer smiled as he returned to her, “You are such a good man. Thank you, thank you so much, Grant! I needed to see him. Can I see him? I need to see and hug my Maxie.”“I don’t know if I’m allowed. My cock slid straight in ,in just one thrust, "fuck, you dirty fuckin bastard! " she hissed, " feel good?, you fucking cum slut R?" "too fucking right!" came the reply as i pumped into her tight ,little cunt.After a short while, we made our way upstairs and she kicked off the heels, i used my tie, that i wore earlier that day, to fasten her left wrist to the bed and another from the drawer to fasten the right one,then i went down between her legs and tasted that juicy little pussy, licking her.