S. Day 187Derek didn't even know why he had come here. He really hated being herewhen he was a kid. There was something about coming back to a place t...atyou have been forced to go to against your will before that just leftyou with such a nasty taste in your throat. His parents forcing him tocome here when he was a kid definitely fell into that category. When hewas small and really didn't know any better it was just a place thatthey went to. And he hadn't liked it then, because it was nothing. "Shut your slutty mouth up and take it, bitch".I knew my resistance was useless as he opened my thighs further apart and pushed his cock deep inside me. He pumped my pussy mercilessly, faster and harder than I had ever been drilled before.Again another cock was now into my mouth. As I sucked, I realized that I was actually enjoying those sensations in my body.I tried to resist them but as this huge hard cock pumped deep into my pussy, I found those feelings harder to fight.I finally relaxed my. In the morning as the sun was rising the baboons started creeping into the plane. There were four of them snarling at us. Then I was dragged out the plane by my arm. As I was dragged across the rough ground I could see the males penis swinging between his legs. I reached out and grabbed it and started rubbing it. It was quite thin but probably seven or eight inches. He looked down to see what I was doing. All of a sudden his mood seemed to change. He dragged me over to the water hole and sat. “She said that your plan was to release them quarterly, maybe put out a new collection at Christmas,” he said. “I’m begging you not to do that.”“Why not?” I was genuinely curious.“Think about Peanuts,” he said. “The cartoon, not the food. When Charles Schultz passed away, unexpectedly, the stories stopped when he did.”“Sad but true,” I agreed.“Consider that if you have dozens and dozens of really good books waiting their turn to be released, year after year,” he continued. “Even with all your.