I slowly rubbed him higher until my hand was on his cock. Mike drove .I rubbed his cock now as it hardened. “Mike I really need you. I w...nt you. " I got closer and unsnapped his jeans then slowly unzipped his fly. I made a loud noise and we both laughed. “Watch the road. Lift your butt”. I very carefully pulled down his jeans. I guided them off. I saw his blue boxers then reached in to help myself.“You naughty boy. You are getting a hard on . What do you want me. You take off my dress and panties and we move to the bed. You tell me to lay back. You undress completely. I am in awe of the sight of your cock, rock hard. My clit begins to throb at the sight of it. I want it so badly. You lightly stroke it, rubbing your fingers over the head. I lick my lips in anticipating of sucking it. But you have other plans for now. You kneel down and plant kisses on my inner thighs, slowly making your way up to my pussy lips. You lick the crescent where the. Mala had been a strong warrior and a hater of men in her time. Now she was my slave. Existing only to do my bidding. Worth less than a dog in the eyes of Kazonga tribe lawmakers. Are the gods funny or what? I put a collar around Mala’s neck and showed her to the slave quarters. There were forty other women there. These captive females had been acquired at the marketplace. Highly priced property, folks. Seriously. We the Kazonga don’t imprison our women or our men. Slave labor is done by the. .. somehow, I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.For instance, if the tickets changed my life, then was I living the life that I was supposed to? I've heard of the term "karma" from the popularity of Eastern religions, which is supposed to be the sum of a person's actions in this life and previous lives, and decides one's fate in this and future lives. Could these tickets somehow be interrupting this natural order, and would this interruption affect the karma of other people? These.