A mouth attached itself to her right tit and fingers started pulling on her left nipple. More fingers entered her pussy and a thumb was pushed into he... ass.Her body tingled with that delicious "Fuck me" feeling that she loved so much, but the professional in her said, "Fight it off MJ, you are being forced here, play the part." She got one hand free and she beat on the chest of the warrior stuffing his cock in her mouth and she kept struggling and trying to break free of them. He legs were. Her screams would haunt him to the end of his days. He wondered about her fate.Christine would spend the rest of her life creating babies for the Mabuka. Twenty-five years old when deserted by Renee and Martin, she would die at forty-two giving birth to her third set of twins, her body simply worn out. Through the remaining seventeen years of her life, she would give birth to no less than twenty-five children. The Mabuka would allow her only one week after giving birth before impregnating her. They rubbed their two sticks together like Boy Scouts building a fire without matches. They stoked this way and that and she shook and writhed with pleasure. The men were not gay but, the feeling of dick rubbing added to their enjoyment and they finally blew their loads into the naughty ministers daring wife. Her face glowed with appreciation. John had brought his draft horse to dick her and had double fucked her with a friend too. It was some real country hospitality and she felt truly loved. As he got out of the room he looked at me and asked “Do you want to fuck Iana ?”. “What?” I replied. I was quite shocked to be honest. He asked again more firm this time, “Look at me, do you want to fuck Iana ? yes or no ?”. I looked at him and started to say that he is my friend now and I cannot think at Iana like that … at that point he slapped (quite hard by the way) and asked angrily “YES OR NO?”. At that point I said YES! He smiled and left.The next day was a disaster, I had a very bad.