Ranma walking behind Akane now headed home, Look Akane, its no different then when our fathers cooked Nabiki He said walking up to her so they were no... standing side by side and walking down the street, I guess your right Ranma, but I cant see a girl really wanting to be cooked like a piece of meat She said with a shudder, Youve never thought about being spit roasted?, or oven roasted?, or slaughtered and butchered??? Ranma asked coyly, Yes Ranma I have but not the way you think She replied.. I will let out my cock from inside lungi, take this cloth from pillowcase and covering my cock with the cloth I will jerk till I ejaculate. My semen will collect in the cloth and I will wipe my cock dry with it. Then I will just put the semen wet cloth onto a table nearby. I will correct my lungi and then sleep. My this practice was known to my people. In the morning they will take and wash this cloth and after drying it they will fold and keep it inside my pillowcase for my use again in the. Dark pleasure roars through the minotaurs mind and body, its hips pistoning in a virtual blur as it rams its turgid shaft harder and faster into the tight ass of the feebly struggling man. Feeling his balls start to get heavy and his shaft thickening even more, the creatures claws dig sharply into the humans hips as he struggles to delay his orgasm. Andrews eyes widen as he feels the invading cock get even harder inside his abused orifice, groaning at the pain wrecking his body. Barely able to. That was one of its virtues.“You know where it is?”“Lots of people going out that way. They’re building something out there,” the driver searched his memory. “A factory. That’s it. Big factory. Right outside of town.”“Of what?” Probably a slaughterhouse. They had been talking about one for a long time. People in Calving talked about cows whenever the weather wasn’t interesting.“No… hold on. It’s coming. It was something weird. Baby food! It’s a baby food factory.”Baby food? She would’ve.