" She lifted it away, revealing a smaller bark picture."I laughed."That funny?" That one's fairly recent. Say, under 60 years. It's a story from one o... the children's books about Abo myths. It's Purupriki being carried off by the flying foxes. See, these are all large black bats. The story's in The Dreamtime. Published in the '60s. It's far too representational to be old." Wow! You make it seem easy!" Winnie, I've been around the tales and the symbols all my life. What did you study when you. Natasha swallowed repeatedly; gagging as the cock brushed past the back of her throat. Holding her, Nebula guided her head with strong fingers. Pushing her deeper with no restraint, soon the base of the subjugation tool glided deeper still, pressing against the pulsating muscles of Natasha's strainign throat. Concentrating on suppressing her gag reflex, Natasha struggled in place, her gullet expanding to make room for the heavy phallus.Gamora groaned, ignoring her sister's smug glare as. Akriti was enjoyable because I was investing so much time in her but Isha was too hot, much hotter than Akriti. Akriti did not run when she came to know I had a sex slave. She was confused for many days about the implications but was finally okay with it. I invited her to home.I knew the risk was with Isha, who did not know. I expected tantrums from her. And it happened. She was enraged. I had told Akriti that it might be so and slaves must be controlled.I just pinned her down. Akriti took her. He lights a cigarette and I ask if I can too. I inhale. I exhale. We talk.Talk turns to business. To needs and wants. He wants and I need. But not here, in the cab. Not for what he wants. Not for what I need. He steps out and walks around to my open door. I had made to leave but stopped, my eyes unfocused and my legs unsteady. He leads me down. But no romance, not in this. He leads me to the back of his lorry. He stands, his back to the large metal doors, leaning in. I crouch. I fumble, he.