It was four months before the Festival of Harvest and the election of the new leader, and today was the official start of the campaign season. As curr...ent leader, Kikapua was the first speaker. Everyone in the tribe had been studying English for months in order to read the Earth books, and Kikapua decided to test his new skills... "Good morning, my Hopewell family! On this day, it is our custom for the tribal leader to review his reign and announce his suggestion for the next leader. To review. As she knelt, she saw the two standing in front, jacking off their own dicks. Before she could even speak, they splashed their loads all over Kareema’s face.From a distance, she heard Anita calling her name, and everything starting to blur away. She heard Anita say, “Kareema, wake up!”“Kareema, wake up,” Anita was at Kareema’s bed, trying to wake her up. It has all been a dream!“Anita, what the hell happened?” Kareema asked as she straightened herself in her bed. Anita was sitting nearby.“Guess. Now I shivered feeling totally helpless and at his mercy.From under other sacks he produced a rough sisal rope whip of some 15 strands each about1/8th inch thick some 11/2 ft long ,stretching it between each hand he dragged it across mynipples and chest ; whilst in a soft voice asking if I was sure I wanted him to proceed ; whichit being my first time was to be 50 lashes , however if I proved to be receptive he wouldextend this to 100 strokes. He stated the first strokes would be on the. She was wearing a faded denim skirt that my father would never have approved of, stockings with heals, and a lace top that showed her shoulders. “I dunno, just figured you would be asleep by now” she said while sitting on the bed beside me. She leaned over and pressed her lips against mine and we began to kiss. The bulge in my pants grew and Deb reached down and began rubbing it through my pajamas. Her breath smelled like beer and cigarettes. “Have you been drinking?” I pulled away and asked..