Where some time ago there had been a skinless, desiccated skull, there was now the face of an Egyptian male, bronze skinned, perhaps in his middle 20s... The only indicator he was not entirely human was that the irises of his eyes were golden and seemed to glow with an inner light. As the man stood, her eyes followed his, locked on them almost hypnotically."I must thank you, my child, for providing the sustenance that has brought about my rebirth." The man spoke as he stepped slightly closer. His. I could sense that my loud pants and gasps were really exciting him from the triumphant tone of his snorts and grunts.After Wouter finally came he collapsed on top of me. The feel of his sweaty body and the heat of his gravelly hot breath on my neck were glorious.“Did you enjoy that, Schatzi?” he panted.“Yes, Papa, I love it when you fuck me hard,” I submissively whimpered. Wouter let out a contented sigh.Next, Wouter lifted up slightly and moved his head down my body. After pushing my legs. I had washed all of last night's cum off and out of me. I couldn't do that ever again. A part of me enjoyed being used, being a slut, and being shamed by jealous female housekeepers, being lusted by the males who wished it was them fucking me. It was time to clean up my act and be a good, clean, wholesome wife. That's when I noticed someone opening the door. "Honey, did you win?" I yelled out. There was no answer but I could hear footsteps slowly coming. I turned away from the TV to look. Out in the country where she lives in Hannah’s house, there are no sidewalks next to the winding, country roads. Even though there are speed limits and occasional speed traps, as if driving on a racetrack in a race, most cars disobeyed them. With no street lights from her house to the bus stop, it wasn’t safe to walk the country roads, especially at dawn, dusk, and at night. The only places she went now was to her Post Office box and to Wal-Mart to buy food. Everywhere else was far away and too.