Before they opened I could hear the sound oftribal chanting. When I came to I realised I was inside a cave wearingnothing but a dress made of an anima... skin. I was surrounded by a fewdozen women all wearing similar skins and looking ratty and wild. Thecave was lit by a fire and the chanting was coming from outside.The other girls looked scared and although I could not understand whatthey were saying I soon worked out we were part of a prehistoric societyand the ceremony taking place outside was. She was a light skinned woman, quite attractive for her age, with tremendous breasts that Gath felt pressing into his chest as she gave him a hug of greeting and a kiss on the mouth.“It is so nice to finally meet you, Gath,” she beamed, wiping a tear from her eye. “I’ve seen all of your holos that you’ve sent to Stoney since we’ve met, and, of course, I’ve seen you on the media holos about this terrible situation in the Sol, but it’s so nice to finally lay eyeballs on you. You’re so handsome!. I was the associate translator and advisor to the low-level Canadian Intelligence agent who had convinced me that I needed to go with her to my native land to track down some dubious Taliban sources and their connections to the Pakistan Intelligence services. We had changed several of my features with facial surgery and hair transplants. I also managed to drop almost twenty kilos of unwanted flesh putting me back at my fighting weight of my earlier years right after University.There was no way. Pulling my breasts really hard drawing them apart away from my chest. Faster and faster, harder and harder he fucked me. Then I came, shouting obscenities at the top of my voice and collapsed forward, well and truly fucked.That wasn’t the end of it, his cock replaced by a willing substitute. Same again fucking my now tender arse but I was loving it. On and on until another orgasm and arse overflowing with cum. Then another cock, when would it end. More fucking and yet another orgasm, this was.