However, I must be with her at all times.My persona is kinky husband (if there is only one Black man and he is amenable), voyeur husband, or submissiv... cuck, depending on the mood of the Black men, which leaves me out of the action and free to perform my true role which is to watch over and protect her and enforce the condom rule.The morning after, we have a long talk session, comparing notes and feelings, which also helps us re-set to married couple.Other changes: At first, Jaye tried to. What do you write?”“Right now, just some stories and shit, you know.”“That’s a start. If you like, I’ll read some of it and give you some pointers.”“Really? That would be great!”“Tell you what.” I looked at my watch. “What time do you get off?”“Five.”“Okay, why don’t you run home and get your stories and come over to my place around six. Will that give you enough time?”“Sure.”I gave him my address and he thanked me for the smoke. As soon as he was back inside I packed up my stuff. A quick trip. He knows just how eager I am to be his naughty submissive. That's what he craves, Si'lat.”“Oh, I think I know exactly what he craves.” The Si'lat smiled with delight. “That doesn't solve the current problem,” the Marid said. “And he hasn't made his choice. He hasn't even figured out who we are.”“He figured out who I am,” the Si'lat said again, sounding delighted.“I have the perfect solution to the problem at hand,” said the Ifrit, “but we'll need to use all our magic to craft it.”“Agreed,” the. I ordered coffee, two eggs over easy with toast and a couple of pancakes. It took about ten minutes for Sandra to bring my order. The food was fine, filling and tasty.The restaurant was empty at this point. I asked Sandra for a refill.When she brought my coffee, I asked her, “What time do you get off?”She was quite taken aback. Flabbergasted and a bit embarrassed.I told her I was just passing through, was awfully lonely and wanted some company for the night.“I am not that kind of girl!”“I.