I was very wary of John, though. He was too much of a control freak. He was obsessed as a child advocate, who would have had me going 24/7 for the ben...fit of 'the children'.A thought suddenly occurred to me. I had moved a living breathing dog from the past out of it's own time! The world had not come to an end. The dog had not died. In fact, I had returned it to its time, and it seemed to be okay, just disconcerted.I had been as careful as possible not to interfere with events from the past.. And I'll be damned... if I'll be put off" He hauled her up to him, forcefully slamming his mouth down on hers, like some savage animal, his tongue splaying her lips, as it shot into her mouth, exploringly, tasting and savoring the sweetness of her mouth.... But, Betty was having none of that... at that horrible hour of the morning and with her husband in such a drunken state. She tried to writhe away from him, to escape his mauling hands on her body and his plundering tongue in her. The sound resonated throughout the village. “Let’s feast!” Freo shouted. Everyone cheered. * * * The food was cooked, the food was served, and now the food was being eaten. With throaty burp, Freo stood and went to the gong, where he banged it again. All chatter stopped immediately. Freo spoke: “My friends, fellow tribesmen, you are given a special feast tonight! For those not in the know, tonight’s sex object. “You can’t do this, Tim,” Sam tried to say without laughing. “Let me take the floor.” “No, Sam, I told you I would do it, so I am.” “Tim, I don’t want to fight about this. Come up on the bed with me, it’s big enough for the both of us,” Sam offered. Tim’s eyes opened, his jaw dropped, and his cock began to stir. “Sam, you can’t be serious. What would everyone say?” “Tim? I know this is hard, but stop and think for a minute. Who’s going to know?” Yeah, that did it, Tim felt like a jerk. “Okay,.