Her vast brown breasts, although impressively firm and round, had settled a little to either side of her and through the gap between them my eyes met ...ers."Your name?" I demanded brusquely.To this point her air had been one of utter post-coital relaxation but on being addressed in such a tone she made a visible effort to pull herself together and concentrate."Florence Oshodi," she replied."Florence Oshodi," I informed her solemnly, "I have captured you. You are my property, my slave. Do you. We sat down and i introduced Ged to Susan telling him he was a work mate, i could see Susan looking him up and down and thinking he was a big Black man, which he was he was 6'2 and ripped. i really met him on line and he had been over a few times to fuck Jane and make her cum all over his black cock and myself finishing him off and cleaning Jane down, it has been great fun but it looks like we will have to wait now Susan is here. the night was passing by and the 2 sisters had finished a fine. The premise and theearly chapters attracted my interest, but as the story went on, it gaveme cause for concern, as the woman was gradually revealed to have analmost God-like ability to change reality itself around her. This isalmost always a sign of bad storytelling, and I was wondering why theauthor would commit such a cardinal error when a thought occurred to me:"What if it's all in her head?"At that moment, I suddenly realized I had solved the puzzle of how toend my skinsuit story. Almost. After some time i turned to her side. My lungi parted and my naked thighs and my limp cock were visible.I suddenly covered myself up and again closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Umaji was looking at my face and watching me. She called me mizaab, can you get me some water to drink. I said yes, got up and went to the corner of the room where earthern pot with water was kept, poured a glassful and brought it to her. I noticed that two buttons of her nightie were missing and i could clearly see.