And during the remaining four hours of the second week I was cramming something like 10,000 calories down my throat. The calories were converted into ...ody tissue.Total immersion language training occurred around the clock. Within days I was thinking in the language of the People of the Jaguar, an 'uncontacted tribe' of about 120 humans--who happened to live in close proxiemity to the tiger of South America, the jaguar. I had been 'volunteered' for a contact mission because I generally do well. It was also the best season to go hunt game and fill the freezer and smokehouse with meat. The boys had recently shown their hunting prowess, getting their first turkey by themselves. It took up nearly half the space in the freezer compartment, and everyone looked forward to a delicious Thanksgiving meal.Still riding high on their recent accomplishment, a wild pig for their Christmas dinner was on the boys’ next agenda. They took off on the Sunday after Thanksgiving in the general direction. Telling me that this is all that I was good for, being a slut, to suck men and let them fuck me. To let men use me, to let them put their cocks in my mouth and my pussy, to fill me with their cum. And I knew that he was right. This is what I had become and what I desired to be. Sucking him I moaned back in affirmation that he was correct, almost trying to nod my head. Taking my mouth off of his cock and saying, almost chanting, “Yes, I am your cocksucking whore.” Say it again he. This went on for 2 days.. I purposely one day left my phone with “indiansexstories.Net” on homepage and went to take bath. .As i calculated my aunt came to clean my bed and saw the website running on my phone (i made screen out display to 5mins) when i came out of bathroom she was very furious and said I’ll complain to your mom.. Hearing this my face became red in fear and begged her not to do so.. Then as usual she started advising. .But i put down my face only i know y did i put my face down.