All the men who were tattooed took a piece of fruit first, and then there were a few left over. We stood there for a little while and ate the fruit. I...didn’t try to talk to them, since it would be a futile attempt anyway. Once we had finished, the group parted, and the leader let me through the middle. We walked to the center of the village and he sat me on one of the logs circling a fire ring. I put my bag down and took in the experience as all of the villagers came out to see me. The. Ali was reaching the climax and he removed Zahid from top of me and came over me with my feet pointing towards the roof and his cock deep inside my ass. He placed his lips on mine and his tongue entered my mouth; the ramming of his cock continued. He proceeded to suck and bite my beautiful breasts and nipples. My breasts and nipples are my turning point; I started moaning in pleasure like a whore.Zahid was standing aside stroking his beautiful rod and looking down on the action. Ali’s cock. "There's another angle to pursue here," I went on. "Doesn't he see that he's making it hard for you? If he loves you, he has to know that he's only adding to a burden that you don't deserve to bear." He told me," replied my sister, "that he realizes that you are my brother, and he doesn't want to come in between you and me. He'll make the adjustments he has to make. But he thinks you're entirely to blame here, and believes that the one who is placing the burden on me is you."I ran my fingers. Take Brad and his goons for example; very basic response to danger; not the Id you suggested, but a similar emotion-based, black and white solution. Apparently it learned quickly where the bad stuff was coming from, started learning to control more of its environment, this environment, learned it didn't have to stay in the box, and eventually, if Lizzy is right, it started learning to push my buttons a little to get me to feed it more of the emotion it wanted. As a part of me it also shared.