In his mind, it played out like a movie. He could see himself in the action. He could see the way he swallowed Mistress Desire's Strapon like a slut. ...e could see Master Derrick's huge cock as it invaded the deepest part of his bowels and gave him indescribable and forbidden pleasure. He could see his transformation from mild mannered, unassuming white man to submissive white bitchboi slut, with an insatiable need to be used and humiliated by Blacks. His mediocre life almost had reason while he. .." Ah know," Alistair muttered with despondency in his voice. "But ah need practice," he cried. "Abigail..."She sniffed. "I ain't being a sex teacher for ya," she spat. "I want someone who can do it. I got needs too."Alistair sniffed and bit his lip. A couple more tears formed in his eyes, and he looked at the two girls. "But ... but ... Abigail. Ah love ye. Yer lovely gal and ah wanna marry you."Abigail spluttered and looked at her friend. "What?" Ahh love ye. Please Abigail. Donnae dump. The one question Thonos could never answer was where the Malavide had come from, where they had started. They were designed to efficiently for killing the demons to be anything but a manufactured creature – but manufactured by whom? When had the demons first appeared? When had they discovered they could use the human soul as a conduit to this world? When had they decided to take this world from the humans? For Thonos knew that was their intention B he was the last of his kind, as he walked. Within a few minutes I heard the chopper lift off and fade into the distance. The Bradley driver came back in and reported to me saying he was to stick with me until he got me home with my family."Harry, those men were all ex-spetsnaz troops. Every one of them had their unit tattoo on their arms. What's surprising to me is none of our team was injured taking them out. If it hadn't been for your warning it might have turned out different. How did you know they were there?" I saw one in the tree.