Her quick shallow breaths barely audible. The woman cradling her looking up from her burden. "She won't last!", the woman spat out meanly. Then lookin... with utter hatred in her eyes at Cecelia, "And neither will the bunch of you!" Cecelia let out a short startled scream as she felt herself go faint. "Last . . . ?", she trembled in a squeaky voice!" "Yeah!" said the other woman. "Die of exhaustion and then get tossed over the side as dinner for the sharks." "The emir of this stinking island. I stood there in the shadows and wondered what kind ofshow I would get to see. I was not to be disappointed!My son's room has a nice full-length mirror, the type you use to dresswith. As soon as he finished drying off, he stood in front of the mirrorand struck several `Mr. Universe' type poses, showing off to himself hisstill developing muscles. Oh yes, I had to admire his penis. It was along hanger in its flaccid state, not much different than mine. My wifeand I decided to leave it intact. Answering without words, Sam crawled onto him. Margie guided his cleaned weapon into the tight pussy. He created new space inside it as Sam slowly descended four careful descents before their pubic hair meshed. The tightness, as tight as Grace's virgin interior, threatened to expel his seed quickly. Surprising him, his length found no cervix wall to threaten. Grace had needed him to save an inch from his cock to prevent damage. Not even a whisper of the wall could be felt."Oh Sam, I can't last. Yet I felt that I could do so much more and be greater then my lot in life.Then one day as my sister was becoming of age my life changed forever though at the time I didn't realized it. A warlord attracted my village. I was trying to lead the young girls out to safety since we had value in the slave markets. I had thought that we was safe but they had posted guards in the woods. We were taken, stripped, and tied by the neck. Like this we were be led to the slave markets where we were to be.