. I change physically... sort of when the moon is full; that kinda thing." He glanced at her to see if she would cringe or run screaming."Ha ha ha! So...you're a fucking werewolf are you then?" The laugh carried no mirth."Well... yes as a matter of fact..." Dread flooded him and he wanted to cry suddenly. It wasn't his fault that the slaver girl had ravaged him, all those years ago. It wasn't like she looked strange or anything, just a black girl who was offering to screw his head off. Fuck it;. " An elegant solution," offered Rose."A clever one," said Clover. "Malcolm is a very clever slave." Clever" was another one of those words that was rarely flattering when applied to a slave and an unusually harsh judgment for Clover to make. It was almost enough to make Rose ask what she meant, but might lead to her having to tell what she thought she knew about the steward and their owner, so she went back to the original topic. "Still, better she be a Gunda than a Daisy. I don't know what a. Pooja was wearing skirt and t-shirt that day. She came into the living room, sat on the sofa, then swung her legs up on the sofa and on my lap.As I looked at her legs I was pleased to see that I could see her black panty. I was getting a hard on. As I gently massaged her legs Pooja closed her eyes and told me how good it felt. As she dozed off her legs spread even more and I was nervous, but I massaged her inner thigh, to within five to six inches of her panty. After a while, Pooja woke up and. Was all she said when we met again. I did not say anything… I knew she was aware that I had been there all the time, but had done nothing to save her from those black guys assaultShe offered no further explanation and I was so horny I couldn't think. After a short walk up the path I grabbed her arm and said I needed to have her right there… I really needed to fuck her…She stopped and looked at me a little worried. "Now?" she asked me.Without any word I dragged her to the soil and made her put.