We did a lot of screwing on Thursday. We're spirits, but we sure had the urge to prove to ourselves we were alive.We had six gigs on Thursday. Nat and...I shared the first one then she went on three on her own (all handled very neatly) and I did the other two. We'd do a gig, meet back at one of our places, drop our drawers and fuck. Quick cleanup then off to the next gig.We each cleared around $450; not too shabby. With the first fuck-fest, we'd managed to bleed off a lot of the turbulent energy. The wood of our bed is singing under the pressure of his weight, and yet you are staying undisturbed, asleep and happy. You still turn your back on the black pleasure attracted by the whiteness of your hips.I'm kissing your neck, your lips and your nose. A smile is growing now on your face, you are encouraging me, but it's a black hand and not mine that is caressing your thighs, your belly, and seize your breasts. Those caresses are puzzling, because you don't understand the geography of my. He just wished that they could finish with his sample and give him the stamp so that he could get home and get out of these clothes. Angela was nice in that she didn't make him wear a dress, but the bra and the water balloons where really weird, at least she didn't fill them too full, if one where to break, he would just die. She had dressed him in a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. He wanted to wear jeans, but she was right to point out that no girl would be caught dead in jeans when it was 105. The noise of the beads drowned out the sound of Umiwama being joyously plowed by Igazi’s men somewhere in the courtyard below, which made Helen sad. There hadn’t been anything she could do to spare the girl from her fate, but she’d done her Thing so that the girl could at least enjoy the life of prostitution that David Igazi had in mind for her. And if everything went well with the assault, Helena would be certain to undo the damage and try to make the girl forget the experience.As Helena.