No wonder you want to extend your food supplies!”“Oh, that is not the problem. Many of the men who join, soon become hunters for more meat for the...tribe, so we have more than enough of the basics. I just want to provide variety in our foodstuffs, and that is where your tribe comes in.”As John finished his explanation, Changi’s wife returned, looking much improved, with her long hair flowing beautifully, and a scent from her of wild flowers. Changi was astounded at the change.“Husband, do you. The year is 2097, 40 years after The Consortium pacified the world and imposed their new world order. Poverty is essentially extinct, and crime is at an all-time low. There has not been a murder for over fifteen years. In this era of peace and prosperity, technological advances have come thick and fast.Our story begins in the town of Newmarket, in the East of England, where Dean, an office clerk, is returning home from work. At 29, Dean is 6 feet tall, slightly muscled but heavily overweight.. ‘Put it in me, Eddie.’ ‘Are you sure?’ he asked, feigning concern ‘Absolutely. I need you. Put it in me.’ He placed his hand on her tight round ass, pulled her up closer to him, and prepared his cock for her to sit back down on it. ‘Just be gentle, don’t hurt me.’ She interjected. As he slowly penetrated her, it took everything he had to keep from exploding inside her. Her gorgeous body, her pained expression, her moans and whimpers, and her tight, uninitiated pussy would have been enough to. That ice was so soothing, after the torment she had just gone through."Aahhh... That is so nice... Oh, thank you, Master!" Wendy moaned, as Marcus slid the ice cube down her back. "This is your little reward, for submitting so well to me!" he told her. Already, Wendy was contemplating what further rewards might be coming her way, before the night was over... Marcus helped her lie down on the rack, which was at a ninety-degree angle from the floor. Her buttocks, still smarting from the stinging.