."She turned and walked out of the room leaving him sitting there...He stood up and slowly shuffled over to the pole... he was thirsty... he leaned f...rward and put his mouth over the tube... he thought it was a little lower...and the tube was a little longer... but he pushed it and got some water... he looked around the room... sighed and went to lay down...He didn't know that he was being watched...A while later... he was being yanked to his feet and led around the by the training cable.... The Feedlings fly low, and lethal, bombarding the ground below with glyphs of Hate, crackling blasts of pure malice tearing the Keshemi into little more than chunks of meat and bone to be gnawed upon later, some grab people by their arms, bringing them high into the sky until letting them drop to the ground below, the wet crunch of bones and splintering flesh cause the queen to convulse and beg. "This is what you brought upon your people. This is YOUR doing! Feel it. Their blood, their screams,. "No, no, I have a girlfriend. I can't do this."She leaned up a bit with her cherry above my cock. "Then let's see you resist this." She reclined down letting my cock seek shelter inside her twat.Her knees met the floor and the tips of her fingers met my stomach. She began riding me and caressing my stomach. Her boobs flopped around as her eyes stayed on mine. My fists clamped up as they remained on the floor."I knew you'd remember me." She saw the smile on my face.Still clueless, I just enjoyed. Not that they were free-for-all competitions. Each move, each posture, each gesture was stylised and ritualised and carefully choreographed. Audrey was reminded of a Bollywood movie she had once seen except, of course, that the censor would have heart failure if dances such as these should be captured on film.Audrey and Susan found the dancing the extremely difficult. Before they could gain proficiency they had to first slough off the inhibitions imposed by their cultural background which.