I removed the gag telling her "just one word and I'll cut your tongue right out", showing her the knife. I offered her the water bottle but she drank ...uite slowly, almost reluctantly. Removing the sleeping bag from her proved an unexpected problem… the blood, and I think some shit, had made it stick to her skin so it needed to be slowly peeled off her! There was fresher blood where her wrists were bound so she had clearly been struggling to escape. I walked round her inspecting her by. She stated to play with me with the fine bristles of the brush,massaging the juices into my pussy lips and onto my breasts. I wasalready beginning to brown off, and she began to lay long strips ofstreaky bacon onto my back. Suddenly there was a prick in my back.“that epidural shouldstop the pain, and give us a better meal! After all, it was said oncethat the tenderest meat was killed at the last moment...” Thedoctor said, drawing the needle away as I attempted to smile a thankyou around the. I knew without asking that I was expected to wear them.I put them on.Next was something I did not expect as Leanne started to caress me andwe rolled around in the bed. I found myself underneath her with mypanties being pulled down and then what the fuck?Leanne suddenly had a penis and she was thrusting it in and out of myarse. It was the most amazing sex I had ever had with Leanne and mypanties were soaked.After making love as we lay there as Leanne lit a cigarette. I wasn't asmoker. It was. When dry, the new man then wears it ain a necklace for power and virility. The Sambia tribe is another that still practices it. You are really channeling that history into the present to help re-center us around the cock again.What would it be like to be a priest or sacred medicine man of the era.You would be sacred and reveared and funded by the community so you could devote every waking hour to it. People boys and old men alike would seek you out for council and guidance. If like ancient.