‘How do you like your spaghetti, with bolognaise sauce or cheese?’‘Euh! As you normally cook it, I guess, that’ll be fine.’‘I don’t norm...lly cook it but I’ll make it with bolognaise if you like.’This lady was certainly different to anyone I’d ever met but I’d only seen the tip of the iceberg. What was to come would change my life entirely and I’d never be the same again. We went inside and she closed the door.§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§6The interior of her bungalow was strangely. She was the only concubine here, and though the Native American teen was nimble, it took all her effort just to keep the homunculi's swords from finding her flesh, let alone getting an attack in."So, do we just sit her under the shield until help comes?" I can go get help," Christy said. "Fatima and Fumi are just out in the garden. And Kyle's in the counsel room." Do you know where the counsel room is?" Phillipa asked, her black hair matted by sweat to her olive face."Nope. I guess it's Fatima. Felt his thumbs slip between my cheeks as he massaged me. Up and down the crack. Tickling my anus as his thumbs slid past. Up and down. Tickling, Teasing. It made me want to feel him touching me there. I lifted my ass again. Tried to time it with the moment that his thumb-tip passed over my asshole. Giving him a message. His hand stopped where I wanted it.Pressed against my opening. Tight, but willing. Wanting to feel him press into it.He moved on. Teasing."You like that?" It feel nice.". She could hear strange sounds as she rounded the corner by the back door. She could hear Marcia crying out and the sound of slapping. She could also hear a man’s voice shouting. She heard the words slut and whore. For a moment she thought that Marcia was being attacked but when she stepped inside the wide open back door she was taken completely by surprise. Marcia was being fucked and the man fucking her was not her husband, Pete, but a stranger; a black stranger. They never heard her gasp..