They had a meal for me, roast meat, Giraffe perhaps, and vegetables and Yorkshire pudding, the cook was in a defiant mood, safe in the knowledge she w...s immune from the mutilation because she was Buzumuto tribe from the North.I sat down to eat, the meat looked awful and the gravy was congealed into solid lumps, "Cook, you cooked it, you eat it, I ordered," Her ugly fat black face fell." I cannot eat foreign food it gives me the shits" she complained."Nor can I because you have cooked it like. While she knew what the boys wanted, she wasn't sure about the girls. Was it envy or was it lust? she wondered. It surprised her that one of the girls accidentally (on purpose?) touched her breast with her forearm as she leaned close. What surprised her even more was that she pressed back, making it obvious that the touch was welcomed.As Janice drove home that afternoon, she could feel her swollen sex lips throbbing between her legs. She rubbed them together unconsciously, squeezing the large. I soaped up, hoping that if someone was coming, our erections would go down. But the thought of his cock in my hand prevented that. I soaped, and he watched. I imitated his movements, paying special attention to my cock and balls and ass as we grew brave again. He was openly jacking now, and I was sorely tempted to get on my knees and suck it.He came over to me, behind me, and reached around to stroke me. I felt his cock in the cheeks of my virgin butt. I'd played many times, but had never been. We needed to be certain there was happiness here and for several years, there most assuredly was. Once things started to go downhill, I was trapped … I wanted to go on, yet I couldn’t. Over time, Robert and I came to understand that our purpose was to wait, to be here for the next owner and help show them the happiness that once existed here. I waited, it was all we could do, wait and hope. The sexual energy you brought forward drew us both back into the mortal realm, back from the limbo in.