?No,? replied Stella, ?not in front of all these people.??Do you love me???Yes, of course, Robert.??Then do as I tell you.? She hesitated. ?I'll giv... you a minute to think about it. Then, if you are not naked, you can go home with someone else, or walk.?Stella thought about how she got in this situation. She was 29 and had been a waitress at Chez Jacques. Single men her age are hard to come by. It seemed all the handsome, considerate single men already had a boy friend. Robert was a . ”“Just like my whore,” he said.“Oh yes Daddy,” she replied, “l’ll be your whore Daddy, anything….anything at all….just fuck me.”Tom felt the sudden heat of her orgasm, felt her knees buckle, heard her let out a long deep moan. He gripped her hard, thrusting one last time crashing into her, grinding himself in deep as he filled her with his hot cum.“Oh yes Daddy,” she cried as she felt the power of his ejaculations, his cock pulsating as it pumped his seed into her. She felt the combination of. She kicked off her sandals before slipping out of her skirt and briefs in swift one movement, letting them fall to the floor. It was as though she had just stepped out of a Ruben's painting. Not beautiful in the late twentieth century meaning of the word, but full, ripe and immensely desirable. And didn’t she know it as she slid her hands down over her breasts before reaching forward to help him undress. She gasped in amazement as Stumpie leapt from the confines of his briefs and immediate sank. A few people could read and write.But they were honest, gentle and pious. It so happened that one day I rescued the life of a young man, Deva from near death. He was the son of the village head. This incident made me one among them. I became a God for them. Thereafter I was a regular participant in all their festivals and celebrations.One day again I visited that village for official work. Whenever I went there I would meet the boy and his family. This time they were getting ready for some.