Right now I have dinner ready." To hell with dinner my sexy pregnant whore, its gangbang time. Now go get yourself ready and hurry back down here."I d...d what he told me to and came back downstairs and he took me by the hand and led me out of the house, across the yard and into the guest cottage. Inside there were five naked men and I looked at Mike questioningly and he said he saved the rest for later (it took my asshole several days to recover from last week's eight man banging and I knew he. Would they be doing this even if I weren't naked? Did I bring this on myself? Am I to blame for this? Surely not! That 'she was asking for it' business is so last-Millennium! Why am I even worrying about that now? I should be trying to get away. Should I scream? But there's no one around to hear me. Should I fight back? If it was just the little one, I might stand a chance. That big man looks like he could break me in half. Maybe I can make a run for it. I'm not sure if I can outrun them, but. By the end my feet were lost in a pile of hair. But today I was obssessed with the idea of keeping a lock of the Asian boy's hair. I bent over to tie my shoe and quickly tucked the thickest length of hair I could find into the cuff of my pants and then beckoned the next prisoner forward. My heart raced wildly inside my fragile chest. Later that night I discreetly removed it and held it to my cheek. It was hard to get any privacy since a single bunk might need to accomdate three prisoners at a. Awabee wanted to see how a three-legged stool was made, and Raka offered to bring a stool-maker to show them.They were fascinated in how a socket for each leg was bored into the seat, and some hoof or hide glue poured into the hole. The leg, pared thinner until it stuck in the socket securely, was pushed in and the glue left to set for the next day or so.Awabee asked, “No pegs to hold the legs?”Raka answered for the tribe, “It is possible, but why bother? It would be a slow process to bore.