Having me to sell on the coast of Africa as a slave was merely a bonus. So when we passed what would be called the Straits Of Gibraltar they simply lo...ked me in and sailed south.Someone might ask why I didn't just break out. Well, two reasons. First, because of where I was in the hold I wasn't sure when it was day or night. Second, they had placed a timber across the door that even I couldn't break. So I waited. Besides, its not as if I HAD to get to France. Africa might be interesting too.. He said, "I love your beautiful tits so much."I thanked him and said they were all his. I returned the compliment by telling him how much I loved his wonderful cock in my mouth, pussy and ass. He smiled and I could tell this was escalating his urge to cum.I assumed he would cum in my mouth because that's all he and John have ever done to this point. I was craving it actually since I love the way their cum tastes. However, this time was different. He said, "I wanna cum on those beautiful tits.". ”Word on the Street was that Bobby Batshit Moran personally chewed off the genitals of his enemies. Then had them delivered in plastic Ziplock freezer bags to the guy’s children. In the schoolyard.Probably just punk gossip, another urban myth. I hope. But it flowed, quite effectively, in the rumor stream of a certain segment of the local talent. And, it had me thinking. Another call to Bear? No, I was Winter Jennings, once again the cool girl, the one who didn’t pee in her jeans when she was. "Jimmy's expression gave a confused look. "What surprise?" asked Jimmy.Realizing she spilled the beans Anne continued, "Well, the cat's out ofthe bag now, I was going to wait until tomorrow night to tell you, but,for a belated birthday present, I got tickets to see the Ice Follies."Jimmy suddenly got excited. "How did you manage that, the show was soldout months ago?"A smile came across Anne. "Well, let's say I traded in my other ticketsfor these."Jimmy stood there shocked for a moment and.