I fought with myself trying to believe that I wasn't being watched. The very thought that I might have a peeping tom watching me was a little ridiculo...s. I mean, who does that anymore? So I grabbed to vacuum and turned it on, I was barely a quarter done with the living room before I could see the object off the corner of my eye once more. I decided to look but not turn my head this time, and keep vacuuming so it looked like I was preoccupied. When I shifted my eyes to the window, I saw it.. "Face down on the pillow, my little naughty white bitch." And then he slowly inserted those two lubed up fingers into my asshole, and then slowly worked them all the way in until I could feel his knuckles touching me. "Don't move, just stay like that for a minute or so." And for that minute he didn't move either. He was just waiting for his two big thick man fingers to open me up for his even bigger and thicker dick. "I can see that you like how this feels, you dirty slut. You're a true ass. Natives. Find a lost tribe, surely there must be a tribe of natives still out there they could find and film. Make a documentary about, live with them for a few weeks, follow their every move, let the people of the so called civilized world see what it was like to live day to day without all the home comforts that they had become accustomed to.When the board and film crew met the following morning he put the question to them. At first there were doubts about the project. "Nah don't think so. When you have finished meetme back here."Sue was delighted to guide me and also take the opportunity to spend somemoney herself. She was very critical of my wig, eyebrows and skin tone,but thought my bust, my hips and my bum looked better now. She also saidthat my voice, posture and mannerisms needed work. Her first questionwas, how much could I afford to spend.When I said that I thought that I could spend up to a thousand pounds tostart with, she was ecstatic. She examined my hair which was.