Worse, it was visibly growing as the man contemplated the naked red-head before him. She could never take that in her body; she was sure it was too la...ge.The giant touched her with an unexpectedly gentle hand, running his fingers through her red bush with something approaching awe. What she did not realise was that he had seen very few women who still bore pubic hair; the tradition in Kobekistan had always been for shaving, or more painfully, plucking of the female mons.Then he carefully oiled. Dinawasn't bothered that I had taken independent action. She wasn't lookingfor excuses to criticize me, or reasons to exert unreasonable control.She already knew I was easy to handle, literally and figuratively.She just said, "Let's go, Bitsy. Out of those street clothes and...hmmm... maybe into some intimate sleepwear first."A shudder of excitement ran through me. Really? Was I going to get todress in HER intimates? Oh my. Like I said in the beginning, I wantedto BE her. And now I maybe. Mmmfff...His sister had been an unwilling victim of the white man's crime. Such a dull and unimaginative sexual brutality. How could a man derive pleasure from forcing himself on a female against her will? It was just mechanical stimulation not much different than fucking a watermelon or one of the goats. But those white men were only a****ls anyway, so it was fitting.The hungry sucking sounds continued from below. "Come on master. Give it to me." Slurp... Suck... Suck... "You know. "Enough," she said quietly, her head still hanging over the bed. She spat onto the floor below her. "That's enough of that." "Like hell," I replied, grabbing her legs and forcing them apart. Her ass was facing me, as she was lying on her stomach, and I hiked her skirt up above her waist. "No!" she said, trying to sound forceful, but the puking had weakend her. Her voice sounded tired and sore and I smiled evily. "I know you haven't been fucked for a while, but don't worry. I'll have you back.