We went into the kitchen and made dinner, nothing fancy a chicken salad, after this had been eaten we sat down on the sofa and carried on talking, she...confided in me that she had had breast cancer but was OK, I had noticed she looked very perky and a little larger in the breast department that I had remembered, I had put this down initially to a good bra but it was due to the work of a good surgeon after her operation. The night wore one and more wine was drunk, were were both drunk, as she. He was clad in a pair of skin tight black denim jeans, button fly ofcourse, a black leather shirt and His trademark black alligator skin cowboyboots. ?? Before them hungthe near lifeless form of His naked slave, hanging from the thick meat hooksthat He had forced through the base of each of her breasts. The stream of bloodthat had cascaded down her body and dripped from her bare feet had slowed downconsiderably, and was turning a dark red as it thickened and dried. Before theslave, harsh stage. I tell him it is okay, I am at the very front seat and sitting there killing time by flipping channels on the tv, he comes and sits by me and we talk softly he brings out a bottle of vodka and makes me a drink, he says he would get into trouble if they smelled alcohol on his breath, I told him it was okay, I finish my drink and we r talking that other gentleman in the cabin was fast asleep and was not bothered by our talk, he makes me another drink and I ask him if he was wanting to get me. ..and not long after I moved to Marrakesh, I began discovering that my dark black Congolese skin color was particularly appealing to a surprising number of vacationing European females; and so, for over the last four years or so, I have been very busy servicing these different women (German, French, some Spanish, some Hungarian, and Polish as well)!There are also a considerable number of white European married couples who come to Marrakesh (and other places in Morocco) looking for exactly the.