“Make yourself at home,“ she said as she walked and then stopped. They were not alone. “Hey baby…oh…” It was Mark, her husband standing in...the living room drinking a beer. Next to him was a handsome black man, maybe forty-five, wearing golf shorts and a shirt. Mark had realized that Tara was not alone. Everyone stood in the room for a moment where the silence made it seem like forever. Then Tara and Mark laughed and kissed each other. “Danny, this is my husband, Mark. Mark, this is Danny.” She. “Very nice Georgia, how long can you stand like that? I want to imprint that sight in my memory for a while so that I never forget it.”“Stop it Tommy, you’ve seen my pussy lots of times.”“A guy can never see enough of such a cute little pussy.”“Thank you Tommy, just for that I’ll do some of the other exercises that I’ve just done so that you can see my pussy again. If you get your phone out you can take some photos as well, Something to brag to your mates about.”I did, and Tommy was worse than. He’d been wanting to feel his Master’s touch all week. Max brought back his hands and gave David a hard spank on his right cheek, then his left cheek, and repeated this many times. Each time David gave a yell of pleasure and pain. “Yeah you like that, you fucking slut. You want to feel my long cock between your cheeks, don't you?” David moaned, “God yes, Master, I’ve missed you so much this week.” “I know you have, slave.” Max paused his spanking and pulled down David’s speedo. David breathed. “Some of the worst things that happened over the years of were the result of well- meaning people trying to help those they saw as inferior. They tried to stop you from speaking our laynguages and practicing your rituals. They forced your people to convert to Christianity at the point of a gun.” Sam ran out of steam. Tessa had pulled to the left and parked.Australians are aware of the appalling statistics First Nations face: dying younger, incarcerated at the highest rates in the world, poor.