Kara gazed at me, understanding only too well the pain I must now befeeling. She hadn't spoken to me since she had been forced to beat me,along with a...l the other girls, the morning after I had been freed fromthe narrow punishment pit. I had missed her company, her concern for me,the moments of shared laughter during the darker days of our trainingand her determination to survive. In the coming weeks when we wereslaves in the desert settlement where Rashid's family eked out a basicexistence. “Even when we were newly married your dad hardly had so much semen to squirt around. Thats what meat eating does to you. Your balls have become much bigger too you know, and your cock feels fuller too”“My wife will be a lucky woman Ma, not many men come trained so well in sexual techniques. It should blow her mind”“Hmmm. Though we were very enthusiastic when we married, we were clumsy. Your dad is even now clumsy. I do need to guide his stub into me even today. He cannot find my hole. We are. He sipped from his glass. The champagne was splendid. He usually hated alcohol in all its types but he couldn’t refuse this glass. Recently promoted as junior associate in the firm he had to indulge his new partners. Tom turned slowly giving another look at the room and all the buzzing guests when he saw his boss and new associate Henry Mendoza to smile at him with a raised hand for a toast. This was his tenth or maybe fifteenth toast for the last hour. Tom smiled politely and took another sip. ”Jeff grinned at Morales. “It might not be the wolves getting better, but you two becoming more sensitive. Ever think of that?”A frown passed over Morales’ countenance. He and Jasmine looked at each other, and both shrugged before he said, “I think I had rather it be the wolves getting better at projecting than my getting better at receiving — especially after what happened with that thing back in the ice cave. How about you, Baby?”Jasmine smirked. “I hope it’s me getting better at receiving..