Hold me!"I held her tightly until the spasm passed.Richard knelt next to the bed where I held Pauline, my wife of twelve years. His head was buried be...ween Paulie's thighs as he licked and sucked on her soaking love nest."He's going to want to fuck me, isn't he?" she asked, a touch of concern in her voice."I wouldn't doubt it," I confirmed."Would you hate me?" she asked. "If I let him, I mean?" I think it would be terribly rude to refuse him, don't you?" I replied. "I mean, he's done so much to. ’My anxiety grew as they led me into the garage and put me in the backseat of a nondescript four door sedan. One got into the drivers seat while the other took the seat next to me. He also pulled out a small video camera and began filming our trip. We left the neighborhood and were soon on a major avenue through town. I felt very exposed sitting by the window in a white hood and dog collar as we passed other vehicles. We stopped at a traffic light and a woman in the car next to us, after. I knew of more than a hundred mines in his current territory: everything from coal and iron to marble, gold, rubies, and diamonds. I apologized because I could only tell him about one at a time. My notes were in my native tongue, which nobody else alive today could read. Since there was no written Soninke language at this time, I couldn’t write down any of the directions for his men to follow.The second day that we were in Koumbi, King Reba approached me nervously. “I hope my daughter has not. Surely that was wrong, everything I’d been brought up to believe told me it was. Yet somehow it felt right. It had certainly been the most intensely pleasurable experience of my life and Jake had been more than willing.“No!” I told myself, it couldn’t happen again.I turned my head to face him. He smiled that familiar, boyish smile that always made my heart melt.“Love you Mum”. He said gently.“Love you too”. I replied.“Jake…”. I continued. Yes, Mum”.“You know we can’t do this again, don’t you?”.