”“Yeah, you would, brother mine,” I said, my pussy clenching.“Mmm, my sexy fillies,” Sven said, his arm going around me, pulling me tighter ...gainst his thigh. My pussy tingled hotter. “I like that.”“Your own herd of sexy women, Master,” Zanyia breathed. “Your own harem. We need to get you more women. That stallion has a couple more than you.”I found myself nodding. When did I find it so acceptable to share a man with a bunch of women? Maybe because that man was my brother and I could never have. My mouth left hers then and I kissed my way across her face, around to her ear, down the smooth line of her neck, and then across her collarbone. My arms went around her in an embrace as I did so, and my fingers worked swiftly at the fastening of her bikini top in the back. Her gaze immediately went to my breasts and i could tell by the look on her face that how much she was happy. I then moved my own hand to lightly caress her larger breast and heard her sharp intake of breath when I did so. . .. authorizes me unlimited access to any and all data passing thru this organization." I stepped up behind Quinlan and wiped the blood and eye tissue that coated my fingers on his several thousand dollar hand tailored Italian suit jacket. The man cringed and then squawked when I clamped my hand down on his shoulder."But we'll get back to your personal leadership failures in a bit. Let's shift our attention back to the question Mr. Donner originally asked. 'Why?' was the question, in case you've. I am in mid-twenties with body states 38-28-38. My skin tone is a bit dusky with a clear face and big eyes. My skin tone is the reason I don’t have confidence in myself. In our country fairness is the parameter of beauty. Due to self-doubt I have always been submissive and don’t like to take charge. That led me to this situation of a guilty pleasure but I love it.The other character in this story is my best friend Reshma who is Muslim. Like most of the Muslim women, she has very fair and clear.