We hunt about every four to five days; we fish every other day; we have women going out at least two to three times a week to find vegetables and spic...s to try to feed this many people and when I ask for 4 barbeque cookers and some ingredients to make a sauce for the meat, they ask why. So I just said to just forget it, we will muddle thru somehow. I guess I felt insulted and hurt. Here we have started this mission for your people; we have worked very hard in accomplishing the mission. I loved the feel and savored the taste. Yet the fear of being labeled “Gay” and being judged made me hide my desires. I have lived my whole life as a straight man, having many girlfriends and wives, but it was cock that I craved. When I met a friend and co worker of my wife’s at one of her work functions, I didn’t know he was Gay but I could sense something special about him. We made a little bit of small talk but nothing deep or significant. It was later that my wife told me he was Gay. His. Jim then responded by pulling her skirt up to her waist, stroking her clitoris and stated “I saw at least two men with big smiles on their faces looking in your direction”. Ann sighed and sat back against the car seat with a slight smile on her face as Jim droved out of the parking lot. Jim not feeling ready to have the evening end asked Ann if you want to go and get a drink (even though Jim does not partake himself). Ann having similar feelings, stated that would be a good idea and directed. ” His shoulders bowed, crushed by an unseen force.Gasps echoed from the other women. Zanyia’s purring stopped. She trembled, holding him so tight. “Master...” she whispered. “Oh, Master, that’s horrible.”“And she’ll let me live knowing my selfishness got you killed so...” Sven took a deep breath. That hardened expression returned. The self-loathing twisted his features. He spat out, “We’re done!”His words slapped me.He whirled around in place, Zanyia still clinging to him. He marched away, not.