.'… she doesn't realize we have absolutely no respect for her as a woman!' Jim snorted.'Why should we?' Abdul questioned Jim.'Yeah, considering disr...spect will help her screw her brains out!' Tyler interjected. But the men's abusive attitude was appealing to Fatima's lowest instincts and she displayed groveling admiration while they undressed.'I'm wondering if you'd please accept the honorary title of 'pig'?' Jim next asked. 'Uuuh... y-y-yes, s-s-sir!' she stammered in astonishment.'Thank you. The Semen ritual, one representing fertility, was ironically ridiculous, as the semen came from the stallion, who Jilly confessed her dying love for, and that stuff could only fertilize another horse, not a group of horny teenage human girls.But Jilly was insistent her girls would pleasure her horse husband as the human one was useless and dead in the loins, so she would lead her drunken sexually aroused rabble to the stables, to milk her horse husband, of his semen, for their bathing needs.I. ”“Look, Cindy...”“Don’t worry. I don’t have to be your girlfriend to be part of the pod. I’ve talked a lot with Rebeca and Rachel. We talked with Nanette. I understand the rules, especially about being around the older pod members until I’m at least sixteen. It’s okay, though. I’m curious about some of that stuff, but I’m nowhere near ready for it. I just started to love you all as family while we were traveling this summer.”“Cindy, it should be obvious that we all love you, too. I promised. While the teacher's tastes run more to the exotic end of the spectrum, she could understand the simple appeal of well pressed cloth and very simple material almost without decoration. Sandra was now standing in her white knee socks and shoes in front of the class. The more fashion conscious students smiled but not too openly: Miss Ross had eagle eyes, and nobody in the class, particularly not the students that were training on the dominant side, could consider himself immune from her.