Of course, under the circumstances, it could have been a lot worse.I had a brainstorm.“Is Mike’s wi-fi connection still working?” I asked. My br...ther in law sometimes brought his laptop over to work while taking care of Louise during her depression episodes.“Yes. Why do you ask?”I went outside to retrieve my laptop from my car. On my return Louise was in the same position on the couch, looking hot as ever, but still with the serious look. I logged in to XHamster and motioned for Louise to come. The good side of the festival was that she met her future husband. After observing several men in a row injecting their shafts and juice into her body with little response from her, he assisted her from the mat, where she was laying with legs widespread in invitation, to a more private place. He brought her food and water and a cloth to clean herself. He slept by her side and she gave him an oral release when they awoke. Her pussy was too sore for anything more. They began a personal and sexual. Fine wines and paga of excellence flowed from slender-throated pitchers poured by infinitely skilled slaves. Girls danced in pits dug into the ground and sand-filled, contesting their graceful movements against one another. On an extensive and ornately woven carpet, sitting cross-legged, was the infamous Black Ox. Exulted sat the First-Captain. He was a big man, big hands, big feet, and well over six feet tall. His skin a rich dark brown, as were his eyes. A broad nose and generous lips helped. As disgusting as it was, I didn’t feel in the least bit sick. In the end I stood, pulling my pants up enough so I could go over and switch the light on. Checking to see if the door was locked, I dressed, rinsed my mouth out, washed and dried my face and hands and stood there looking myself in the mirror. I couldn’t look at myself for long, still feeling ashamed of myself. I’d just been used like a cheap faggot slut and I should have stopped him but didn’t. What made me blush ever more was the.