Melonia snarled back, "Those are mythical beings, Tasola. They weresupposed to have died out centuries ago. Are you daring to claim that youcan talk t... the dead?"The priestess answered, "There are still a very rare few left, but wefound ourselves slowly discredited over time. Now, we practice our craftin secret and in quiet, so as not to disrupt the afterworld too much. Itwas a great mistake for our species, the day we forgot the magic of oursouls, and began to view our minds as just scientific. They were now filling the cave before the top gave in. He’d been distant all morning. He’d hardly eaten his breakfast, and he was working harder than he really needed to at the rather simple tasks. Wesley bent down again, easing his gloved fingers beneath the twine to heft the bale up and throw it up on the tier he was building. When Wes didn’t even notice that Lance had stopped working, he pulled the pitchfork back out of the dirt and turned it so that he was holding the fork side in his. When I was awakened later I found my bonds had been removed and I could no longer remember why I had been so afraid.“Stand up Janis. What are you Janis?” He asked.“Your slave Master.” I found myself answering naturally.“Is that how a slave greets her Master slave?” He barked, and I realized I was still clothed and standing in their presence. Off went the cloths and down on my knees I went like the good slave I was.Next he removed his pants and under shorts allowing his massive cock to spring. ?When you have finished, N’gono, bring her out so she can witness the effect her thieving had on her boyfriend,? the other ordered.N’gono dragged me outside, still naked, sperm dripping down my legs, to a picnic table where the police ordered the occupants to clear the surface and two male tourists to hold Phil bent over it with his bum in the air. They quickly pulled his shorts down and one of the officers unwrapped a wicked looking leather strap that masqueraded as a belt from around his.