" Me too!" said Lana in fake gusto. "Once Mr. Richards and I got something straight between us we communicated much better and I saw how important it ...as for me to graduate before I turn 20." An odd look passed over Miss Kline's face as she considered Lana's strange turn of phrase, but she shrugged and went back to her own class room.Lana spun back around and grabbing Jeremy by the front of his shirt hauled him to his feet."Don't think that just because you answered one little question right. I was born in Egypt. My family was poor, but then so was our village. I grew into a beautiful young woman. My skin was darken to the bronze of my people and as I developed the curves of womanhood many of the men began to look at me. One day I was in my village in Egypt when the raiders came. They must have been looking at the village since they cut us off from any escape. We had few if any real weapons but we did put up a fight. Those of us who wasn't killed or wounded were rounded up. The men. I thought this might have given me away but when I looked back, they were both too engrossed. Janet was trying to contain both tits using the whole of her arm but the flesh just seemed to spill out the more he pummelled her. She could not contain them.She began to moan, ‘I’m gonna cum baby’. This was her husband’s cue to speed up the pace and with this, they were both on the cusp of orgasm. Her breathing became deep and frantic before being drowned out by his grunting. His balls were slapping. ” his Master smirked. “What’s your name?”“I’m A., Sir.”Wrong answer; his Master slapped him hard like a bitch. “You are Daemon! And Daemon you shall remain. Your previous life was a boring one, and we know all about you. We know you were born to devout Muslim parents, that’s true indeed. We know you are gay and have been getting fucked like crazy. Many of the people I know you’ve met are part of this cult. They contribute to the longevity of this domain and I am one of the chiefs here. You are.