As I fondle that anatomy with my fingers and caress it with my eyes, I am all too aware of its symbolism. I am also very keenly aware of its power, su...ging behind the symbolism, gathering behind the hair-thin dam and waiting to unleash its fury upon or within me. I smile at that thought, and my body cries with happiness, its tears trickling down my thighs. The blood – I can feel the blood flowing within, reinforcing his manhood, further strengthening that symbolism and continuing to heighten. “I want my child to have its father.”“Hollis and Tony will rescue Roger. No matter what.” Yamina nodded silently, and Faith tucked her leg under her body. “Anyway, I need your help.”Yamina looked at her sharply. “My help?”Faith nodded. “I have been looking all over to find out why you’re pregnant. I’ve checked everyone’s notes. I’ve looked at the food supplies. I’ve examined medical records, performed biopsies and checked them, and studied the samples you’ve provided for us.”Yamina blushed as. Shirley reached up and kissed me and whispered, "Squirt her, shoot all over her. You just shoot; I'll direct it all over her."I felt the charge rush up my dick and explode out the tip. Shirley had me aimed right at Tiffany's face. That first long stream landed from the top of her head down across her eye and nose to her neck. The second rope hit her in the nose and mouth as she pulled off the dick she had been sucking. Shirley directed shots three and four from mouth to tits then let the last. We only attacked small groups or single people that we might find."There were 17 female slaves when I ran away. I was number 13 and way down on the list of importance. I was never used for anything but sex, but the older slaves also did the usual sort of household jobs. Oh, I would run errands sometimes, but mostly my job was to be available whenever one of the masters wanted to relieve his sexual urges. I was usually fucked in my cunt, but sometimes I was fucked in my asshole. I was also.