She kissed her smooth black neck and nibbled her earlobe."Oh god, I love your beautiful black skin," she murmured to Charise, licking it, tracing a se...sual line from her ear down to her throat, pulling the green jersey up with her hands at the same time. "Your black skin makes my pussy throb and ache. I want you... I want all of you."Now that she had the jersey pulled up nearly to Charise's bra, she pulled her hands up and began to unfasten the three small buttons below Charise's throat,. I tried every way I could to talk this out with you, but you seem to think just because we were getting married that you own me. That has not happened and never will. Now, I suggest you go pack your things and move to an empty room until we can call for a helicopter for you. When you leave here, I don't ever want to look at your face again for any reason. To clarify a point, I am no one's servant, and if you had bothered to ask me or Jon, we would have told you that the house we live in belongs. What happens next is a blur. Slash, stab, thrust. Hours go by, and though I instinctively manage to block everything that comes at me, I am weakened with every man I kill.As the battle winds down, I finally have time to look around. The field is littered with bodies. Few are left standing. As I finish off one last soldier, I drop my helmet and suck in the cold air, that reeks of blood and sweat. Suddenly my world splits in half. A bright flash obscures my vision, and when I can finally see. You pull back and begin to kiss my neck, and I glance around the train car. I am startled momentarily when I glance up and see the passenger who came in as we got settled. He's staring directly at us, and when he doesn't look away, I know he knows. I look back at him, watching his hand shift slightly in his lap, and know he's hard, watching us. He's young, can't be more than 24 or 25. And his eyes are glued to the fun we're having. I smile at him, and he smiles back."Someone's watching us." I.