It sparks dark thoughts and darker nightmares. And yet, it’s the one thing that has me really feeling anything but numbness and with a guttural cry ... let go of… something, and fill her with a deluge of warm semen.- - -“Weekly calls,” she tells me as she laces up a pair of combat boots. “And a bi-weekly check-in at my office every Wednesday at 1pm. No bullshit. No excuses. More than five minutes late without a call and your black ass is cooked. Those were the terms of your release.”“Slave. “I want you so bad.” He whispered. We kissed, entwining our tongues as Tom enjoyed himself below. When we stumbled into the bedroom I told them both to get onto the bed and present themselves to me. Two beautiful slender bums were pushed up. One a smooth creamy tan the other pale white. I kissed each arsehole and spanked them both. Without asking they both thanked me. I took my camera and positioned it to film the room. Gabriel caught sight of this and buried his face saying “Oh my god!” to. “Well, we have a few tricks of our own, which no one will ever see coming,” Alex grinned.“I assume you have a plan then, Alex?” Inari questioned the big man.“The start of one, at least,” he grinned.“Care to share it?” Natalya asked, quirking an eyebrow at the man.“You said that many of the tribes here are friendly. Would any of them be willing to meet with us?” Alex asked, directing the question at Captain Dagan Min.“I can send a message to the scouts of the tribes nearby, and we should hear. Mrs. Foster was happy to cook and clean for the family every day while Mr. Foster, now retired, sat around reading his newspaper and smoking his pipe. I sat all day long on the sofa devouring novels I had brought over from Europe. We made quite the old-fashioned family in many ways, but I knew it couldn’t last forever. Today was Christmas day. Mrs. Foster had invited a couple to dinner that she and Mr. Foster had known for many years, and a friend that they called Uncle Joe. Joe wasn’t really.