But under the control of Samuel and Jamal, and with me in a supporting and protective role, she was free to just be that darker creature. She didn't w...ant me to be permanently submissive nor did she want to be a full time whore, but she didn't want to be Mrs Mid-West Housewife again either. And it wasn't just exhibitionism or submission - she also felt a sense of power feeling the man inside her approach climax, knowing she was responsible for that, and then, after he came, his reduction to a. It wouldn’t have done much good anyway—if they were going to dig into solid stone, they would need a lot more help.Finally, the girl stepped back, dropping the scabbard as her legs gave out beneath her. She collapsed to her knees and stayed there, staring silently at the melted wall.Treya gave her a moment, then murmured, “Let’s see if we can convince her to come back. I don’t think she’ll talk to us out here. She’s too upset.”She offered Ariadne her hand. The girl ignored it at first, but. Lisa reached across the meager six feet that separated their beds in the tiny dorm room and took the pale purple die back. “It’s a pretty simple game. You roll the die. The pink one tells you what to do, like suck or stroke. The blue one tells you what to suck or stroke, like pussy or nipple. The purple tells you where, like sofa or even outside.” “Yeah, I get it,” Karen said. The shots of vodka and sexual atmosphere had along destroyed any inhibition she might have had. Traditional social. Yes, indeed. A big chunk of her nightgown was definitely missing. And her tit was jutting up, pointing toward the sky.She had been kidnapped by a gorilla! So where the hell had he brought her? Slowly, slowly, she sat up and gazed around. She was in some sort of nest. A gorilla's nest. A place to hide. Some sort of nest up in the tree tops. A home. A gorilla home.And here she was, lying here in some gorilla's bed. Maybe Juko's. She heard the sound of an angry bird flying overhead. She followed.