He wouldnever have a chance of escape and his life was to be controlled by thewills of physically powerful black men.He would be well looked after as ...is body was worth so much more alive thandead and in fact his well being was important as Luangas guards wouldexpect rewards for their sacrifices. He would be given very small amountsof West African fruits as his diet was strictly controlled by hismasters. The only other nutrients he would recieve would be the seed of menwhich was thought to. .. please... you can't do this..," Melinda said still in shock,she hasn't moved from the pod. I looked at her in annoyance."My name is Fred, Melinda. You're delusional. You can't be Fred. You areMelinda," I told her. I just thought of another way I could mess her upeven more! Melinda was still bawling her eyes out. I was going to switchher sexual orientation and sexual drive with that of a nymphomaniac.Soon she will have no control, she will desire to both have her own cockand also desire to. We cuddled for a little while until i gave in and started to dry hump her , that’s when I jumped on top and ripped her tight pants off to forcefully slip my cock in her tight pussy. It felt wonderful and I was giving her quite the fuck. All while staring at her sock covered feet pounding away, she had to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. Her pussy juices just kept getting wetter and wetter until she had to stop me and asked if I could fuck her from behind so she could scream in the pillow. Finally, I lifted my head and looked at her beneath me. We smiled at each other, both of us trying to catch our breath and wondering what we would say after such wild intensity.“Do you think your grandparents heard us?” I asked, after a few breathless moments.“Nah! They wouldn’t hear us with this heavy rain, and they probably think we were waiting for it to slow down before running to the house. Also, they’re both hard of hearing.”I laughed and then rolled onto my back and gathered Carla in my.