"What's so bad about me getting your hands behind you?" "Because I can't do anything or get away!" she says through a clenched jaw as she struggles ag...inst me. It doesn't take me long before I do get her hands behind her back as she struggles with me sitting over her upper legs just below her butt. She's unable to free her hands or roll over as I control her body. "You'd better stop struggling or I'm gonna have to tie you up," I tease. She continues struggling as I shift my weight up a little. Melanie had asked some simple questions about my social life from them.When Sheila came in to review things with me, I asked her about Melanie. She smiled. “I thought you might like her. She’s new with the company – three months I think. She graduated college a year or two early, but the job market sucks, so she decided to try being an executive secretary since she learned all those skills when she was an early teen. She’s smart and engaging too. She was quoting Shakespeare to me yesterday. “Oh, wow, Mr. Davies. It did hurt, but just for a moment. And it wasn't that bad. Like a pinch and... and... Wow, you're so deep in me.”“Uh-huh,” I groaned into the pillowy softness of her breasts. “I'm glad you love it.”“I do,” she groaned. Her pussy clenched around me. She raised her hips, her tight sheath sliding up my cock. “Ooh, that's nice. That's really, really nice.”I smiled, glad she loved it.Her hips danced from side to side. Then she slammed herself down my cock. That wonderful grip. ”John thought back, and indeed the tribe had not been afflicted by any real illnesses. Most of the medical troubles had been man-made, inflicted by other human beings.Now why the heck was there no illness? He hadn’t done anything to help in that line. Was this another aspect of his presence that he was unaware of until now? He decided to ask Sheila and Vickie about it.Sheila was still nearby, so he called to her, “Sheila, would you and Vickie come to me for a discussion about illnesses?”“Hang.