I was curled next to him, his massive limp cock draped over me almost like a blanket; it couldn't cover all of my flesh, but its pulsing heat was cert...ainly enough to stay warm by. "What's that, human?" He asked, voice rumbling the very ground I slept upon."How were you captured? It seems unlikely any could make you slave."He sighed, and there was a sad and distant look in his deep-set brown eyes. "Before exiling me, my people brutally beat me to within an inch of my life. It was in this state. I noticed that there was these big bushes that one could hide in, i stopped by to check it out and I saw a hobo there and he was drinking a bottle of wine, he asked me if i wanted a drink, i said yes and sat down on a milk crate and took a big sip. we just talked a while, then the wine was gone, but he pulled out another bottle from a bag, off ered me another drink and i a took a drink. after awhile, he was getting tipsey and stood up to piss, wow he had a big cock and he saw me looking. he sat. After Kamal Qumsiyeh had left, she said, "If you invite him in, you are offering him his choice of the lesser women, and I do not think it is time for that yet. When you trust him enough, you may wish to reward him like that. If he invites you to his home first, which protocol demands he should do, you may have any of his women for the night. He will not do that for a while yet."Looking round David appraised the long narrow room with doors at both ends and no windows. It was lit by a glass roof. With the I-10 washed out and New Orleans underwater, there was no way I could get to Lafayette. We decided to postpone my trip by a week, and I made the arrangements with the hotel and with Greyhound to do just that. By the middle of the next week, Greyhound had re-opened its route from Florida to central Louisiana, bypassing New Orleans. I told Joanne I was on my way and hopped on the first available bus. Of course, Katrina wasn’t done with messing up people’s lives by then. The bus trip was.