She had known the guy about an hour. Hell no she wasn’t going to allow him to. “Ah…” She said unsure how to word it, “I don’t think so.”... He moved back. “That’s okay.” “I mean, I don’t know you.” “But I know Jay, and I know Sean. That’s not enough…?” He sighed, “Never mind, I understand.” He left…she felt guilty but…pleased. She could have gotten kissed. She told the story to Jay, and bragging was kind of what she felt she was doing. Jay helped to relieve some of the guilt. She didn’t take her. ..however, I find it encouraging that you have positioned me laying flat on my back with my erection pointing up at the ceiling!"Now I have a little surprise for you!" you whisper promisingly...placing a red scarf blindfold over my head. My internal alarm bell sounds...'NO! I DON'T WANT THIS!...with my eyes covered, I won't be able to look into your thrilling eyes as you are riding my cock...!'"No...please don't do that...I want to be able see you!" I protest, however, I only get a stern reply!. I try to swallow but my throat is dry, aching. I do not have any tears left. The first hours of my new life is over. *********The hot African sun is burning my exposed skin. We have been driving through the bush for most of the day and the cage I am still lying in have no canopy, no protection against the sun. The other participants of the hunting party are in the cabins of the other vehicles in the convoy. They have air conditioning. Early this morning my Afrikaans keeper fetched me out of the. Like the Grimm stories, some of them were too bloody to appeal to adults, and that was the audience that we had to satisfy because they were the ones who would be allowing their children to watch our productions.The first one I wanted to go with was the Aliens’ version of “Beauty and the Beast.” It was amazing the parallels between the Aliens’ version and the human version. We did not even have to filch any scenes from the Disney version. We spent nearly a year working this show up into a.