I focused on keeping my spear’s tip pointed at the pig’s chest and to the side of its head, and tightening my grip on the spear shaft. Kore was do...ng the same thing. When the tip started into the pig’s chest, I leaned into my spear and crouched low to take the force of the impact as Kore had told me to do. We stopped the pig and pinned it to the ground. Kore told me to pull my spear back and thrust it back into the pig. He had me do this while he kept the pig pinned to the ground until it. Izem’s eyes just kept widening. I planned to have one man and one woman riding each camel on the way back to speed up the caravan.He explained that we would need a large pavilion style tent for every twenty-five slaves and lots of food and water. Izem said he’d see to it since he was nearly done with his purchasing. When I said something about ivory, Tizemt guided me to a merchant she knew of. She was a whiz at dickering, and I quickly found myself the proud owner of all twenty tusks that he. I peeked at her and saw that she was following my lead. She had started rubbing herself through her pants. But I could tell in her eyes that she wasn't getting there fast enough. With a quick move of a couple of my fingers, I pinned the fabric covering my honey pot to one side. I am sure my lips below we're glistening with my juices. I watched her watching me as I slid two fingers in. As I did I released the table with my other hand and grabbed my breast firmly through my blouse. Fortunately. We either keep you like this, asa sissyboy, and everyone will know it's you. Or we prettify you properly,and nobody will ever recognise you."Now, that was hardly a fair choice. How was I ever going to work hereagain if this got around?So, the day just got worse. I was primped, shaved, shaved again,straightened, curled, painted and ribboned. And as the day went on, moreand more of the girls would come in, and look, and giggle. I don't thinkI ever stopped blushing.But the worst, the worst was at.