Last and definitely not least was the man who had been meditating. Every so often there were heavy posts dug into the earth on both sides of the road as if there had once been a gate or something across the road. Perhaps it was a courtship or fertility dance of some sort in the local culture. “What are we celebrating?” I asked as I stepped alongside him. “We are celebrating that my fellow gods have once again protected me from all my enemies,” he said with a big smile. He let out a long, loud groan then the pulled her head away from his prick and pushed her sideways to the ground. At least I hoped it sounded calm. ME!”
He stood up and yelled something I couldn’t understand. Against the fence on one side as we neared the gate were a dozen or so naked figures. “The bearers are not for sale,” the General said brightly. She put her mouth over the tip of his prick and began licking, but he reached down and forced her head down against his crotch. She must have been drugged because, unlike the other four women, she didn’t look angry or afraid. and no prick or balls. Then he smiled and added, “… “Please help us,” she cried out. One of them was calling
