“Irony, that their mausoleum was barely finished when they perished. Almost as if our parents had a premonition of the future. And this monstrosity ...as perfect for them, too. Modeled after the Taj Mahal, not a Greek or Roman design as one might expect. All because Dad was so impressed by the romance between Shah Jahan and his favorite wife that he couldn’t resist that kind of style. Fitting, really, that Dad modeled his tomb after another polygamist, in this case one of the Mughal Emperors of. Mistress:The foreboding is mine now. With shaking fingersI open this scroll. I know from whom it is,though I hadn't even been aware she could write,when I bought her to serve for my pleasure,and so knows the Captain, though he has the kindnessof pretending he doesn't. But things like thesecan never stay secrets, the whole island will know.My body feels cold, shivers run down my spine,but I must know what happened, what she has to report.So, here it is...Toy:My venerated Mistress,I have no. The large-black-dangerous-one, was large enough to be harmful to her, but only if it caught her off guard–she was never off guard. The small-fuzzy-tails were of no interest, too small to be of any threat, to fast to be food. The food-one was what she wanted. One without the dry bones on it’s head was easier. They, sometimes, even left their spotted young alone – an easy meal. Failing that a long-eared one perhaps. Or, maybe, the unknown thing she was stalking. Constantly on the alert for. My fantasy had always been to watch my sweet wife fucking a well hung black man. I had mentioned it many times when we have both been having sex; she was happy to use it as a fantasy, but that would be it and she had admitted that it would turn her on to have someone watch her having sex, especially if it was me.One evening we went to a party in a local pub. After so many drinks I could not remember most of the night there; the day after, while nursing a massive hangover, Anita commented that a.