. sleep.”“That’s fine with me, sweetheart, really it is.”“I want our first time to be private, just ... us in the house, you know?”“Mari...a, we have all the time in the world, the rest of our lives. We have a whole lot of relaxed courtship to go through before then, kissing, holding hands, touching, building trust between us to reinforce our love. I want us getting so used to touching and trusting each other that the act of not touching will seem empty, missing something. We’ll just let nature. He knew the little bitch had never been fucked by a big nigger cock and was probably scared shitless. He also knew she would grow to not only love black cock, but to crave it. He used the kindest, gentlest voice he could muster.“What’s wrong li’l bear? Are you a virgin?”“No, Ty’. It’s just that I’ve never made love to anyone as big as you are.”Tyrone really had to keep from laughing, now. Make love? What was the bitch slut thinking? This was fucking, pure and simple. He knew exactly. She was successful; once she stood his hands moved to her shoulders, rubbing them deeply. His head slid down behind hers and he calmly spoke into her ear.“We're taking a break, sweetie.”She pouted, “I have just one left, look!” She motioned down towards the last hole. “You go and I'll be in there before you know it and I'll do whatever you like.”She started moving back down and he gripped her upper arms roughly and pulled her backwards. To this, she didn't protest. The message was clear, she. Just in case, Ivowed to avoid answering any questions about Olesia Potoskaya. Theywouldn't make me open up.I'd been prepared for a life of espionage in a remote training locationeast of the Ural Mountains. Among many other lessons, we'd been briefed ontechniques used to break down captives. The training taught me theweakness of the mind, and how easily someone could be fooled intobelieving they were somewhere else.We'd even had to endure brief sessions of mock interrogation, to build.