Okay?" She askedit as if he had a choice. As completely snared as he was, he tactfullyreplied, "Yes, Randi. Whatever you say." She made a mental n...ote to gethim stuttering again. It was so amusing to make him lose control of notonly his appearance and sex life, but even his ability to speak. She hadhim kneel and peel down her slacks, but she kept the top on so he wouldstill be less dressed than her. She loved playing mind games with herpansy husband.So he served her, back and then front,. The breakdown of the camp was just as efficient as the setup had been, and John watched closely so he would be of more help next time. His efforts were not very effective, but he did what he could. These people had been doing this many times a year for their entire lives. Soon all the animals were loaded up, and everyone had their boots on, ad they set off for the gathering grounds. It was the rainy season, so there was plenty of forage for the animals, a crucial ingredient when planning a. ..The three teens watch me eagerly, while I pretend to think up a proper prize for the winning teamThe winners will decide what we will have on program this evening after this match and our dinnerThe teams have three players each, so even if three disagree, two of them will win by compromiseThe eyes of the teens flash as they realise immediately what might be a stake in our deciding set!The two eldest teens play with Petra who is almost as tall as me but much faster and better at itThe two. .. if I get to tell the story. Dry your eyes now, and ignore your nakedness, only my parents are a little disturbed by it, and then we can eat.??With Smiley holding his ‘prisoner’ on his lap again, I chatted with my parents and caught up on events that happened in my hometown and with my friends but refrained from telling my tale until after we ate.?I’ve omitted N’gongo’s frequent interruptions to my narrative but Joan may include them when she publishes the story, and I’ve also left out the.