.. ooo ... NO ... OOOOOOO ... not that ... NO ... OOOOO ... I ... I ... I didn’t m-mean it ... I didn’t ... NO ... OOOOOOO ..... I’ll do w-what ...ou w-want ... I ... will ... I WILL!” Gog was now carrying Isabel with one hand holding her blonde hair and the other hand thrust between her thighs and under her ... and the latter hand was mauling her obscenely. Shrieking, she kept on Kicking, and wriggling like an eel, as they approached the punishment block, where Magog waited, Oriental face. .."Tokunbo interrupted, "Yes, my darling. There is no need to go on. She impressed you, then?" True. She impressed me even further by the way she saw me. I wasn't just a black man: I was Olu, her man. Colour, cultural background, all the usual baggage we have on Earth was missing. She looked at me as a PERSON of interest. That impressed me more than anything. She admired me.That was not how you saw me, Tokunbo. To you, I was a young man, good looking, and sexually attractive, but not someone to. ”“What?”“You heard me, you fucking scum.”“Who are you calling scum?”“You. Why? That’s what you are, innit? Fucking scum.”“You’ve only just met me. You can’t call me scum.”“Just did.”“You know fuck all about me.”“I know enough to know that you’re scum.”“Call me that again and I’ll bang you out, mate.”“Yeah, right. You and whose army?“I can have you, no probs.”“Yeah, course you can.”“I’ll spark you out if you don’t do one.”“Oh look at that. I’m shaking like a leaf.”“You don’t scare me, you. It didn’t take long for the older men in the crowd to reach their climax and as they came, they stood before me and shot their loads in my direction, their jism spraying my face and hair. Jean Claude had been counting the lashes as he dealt them and at 25 he stopped. Tears were flowing freely down my face by now and uncontrollable sobs wracked my body. As I looked across the courtyard again, I saw Aidan, prone and erect, with Alex, Chloe and the other female pets playing with his tool. A.