Returning to the front door, he prepared to ring the doorbell. He fought to lower his heart rate as best he could, though his rage threatened to consu...e him regardless. He pulled the recorder from his back pocket and turned it on, putting it in the front belly pouch of his sweatshirt. He had no intention of using the gun tucked into the small of his back. The gun and Julie's suicide note were brought as props, to confront Van with evidence of his crimes.He rang the doorbell and took two steps. They soon found out where they were as a tribe of African natives picked them up and carried them back to their village. They determined that judging by the color of the natives skin that they were obviously in Africa. The natives also appeared to be warriors because they were carrying spears, shields and crude knives.The 2 men were placed in front of the chief of the tribe who spoke broken English."You men have a choice. It is death or "Bunga"!!!One man who did not want to die asked what. It allways comes to a point when im about to come and i try to ask her to stop or toholding on and she feels it that its coming and she keeps strokign and words cant come out my mouth because she has got me to that point of release. As im positioning sitting up balls and dick facing the mirror her siitng beside me us both facing the mirror i have to choose to either watch her face or watch the cum litterally waterfall down her hand streaming down her forearm. HARD CHOICE PEOPLE! LOL. Ive asked. We held each other silently for some moments. Two lovers at peace in each other arms when I felt her raising her head and looked down to see her gazing at me.“Something wrong, honey?” I asked.“No ma’am. I’m just so peaceful and happy right now. I was thinking about all of the things you’re doing for me to be a true girlie like helping me get some real tits. All the things you’ve done for me before. Accepting me for who I was so long ago and taking me into your life, the hormones, all of the.