We served it over rice with a side of stir-fried mixed vegetables—I did that part—and it was delicious. We gave some to Asmedogh, who also polishe... it off happily.At her suggestion Asmedogh joined us to eat dinner that evening. I don't know why I hadn't thought of that when it was just him and me; it simply never occurred to me. He sat on the table instead of at it, of course, and didn't join much in the conversation—there was no physical link, which Camilla still needed, and in any case he. We ate our meals together in the dining room.Monday morning after a quick breakfast Donna headed off to work leavingme alone for the day. I was so happy not to have to drag my ass back tothat office job I hated. I busied myself with housework, laundry andironing. I know it's not a glamorous job but the reality is that mostjobs are anything but glamorous. I liked that when I completed a taskthere was tangible evidence of what I had accomplished. The bed wasmade; her blouses were ironed. . I had made foot coverings, but I did not like to wear them unless it was cold. I went in further, and then I heard a noise like a bird’s singing. It would start, and then stop, and then start again.I stepped around some larger rocks; it was getting hard to see, and I would need to stop soon. Then, the hole turned, and when I stepped around, I saw a light the color of grass ahead. It did not flicker like a fire, and I smelled no smoke, just something – old. A few steps more and I saw a strange. "Yeah! Do her hard!" Mike was holding onto my head by the ponytails, grinding his pelvis into my face.I felt like I had a pole pushed straight through my body. My every sense was overwhelmed. The sent of Mike, every ridge on the cock in my ass as it moved in and out, the site of pubic hair close up, fingers gripping me hard at my hips, the gravel under my knees. Then... Mike pulling away, and I'm lifted still impaled. Strong black hands wrap around me, covering my mouth and one breast.Mike.