Humanity, among many other races, tried to open a dialogue with them, but no communication was given or received,” Jaesa stated.“That was because ...o dialogue was to be ever be opened with ... inferior races, as I was taught to believe you were,” Shazza explained.“I see. So, Xuul’khan believed themselves the pinnacle of all life then?” Korsa wondered.“Yes. They do and I ... did,” Shazza admitted.“Do you still believe that?” Korsa asked.“No. The moment you gave me my freedom, without asking for. Beth takes the rope its very rough and begins to tie my boobs up it was hurting me and she loved the pain I was felling was so good I let out a moan and was punished with a slap on my thighs and told to be silent my hair was wrapped in a ponytail with a rope and tied to my hands pulling my head back all I could see was ceiling once my tits were tied I was left there while they had a smoke waiting for my tits to turn purple I felt them getting numb after what seemed like forever they came back. I believe you know something of the seduction of ritual, don't you my dear?" I - I never thought of this as a ritual, Simon." But of course it is - a ritual to be played out, then dismissed until whatever brings you back to me laps at your little cunt once again." So, I'm nothing more than a slave to this 'ritual', as you put it? My only true existence is here with you, bridged by week after empty week of waiting anxiously for your cock inside me again? I'm much more than that, Simon. As sure. "Don't forget that Stephanie is going to be here too so you might want to include her", I said without a clue as to how good she might look in her bikini. That Thursday went fast. Mom and dad then pulled all of us kids in the living room. Mom said "your dad and I will be going out of town this weekend. We won't be back till late Sunday night. Alan you're 16 now and I think you are old enough to look after Malia. So you're in charge this weekend. Steph is going to spend the night at her friends.