“First time, Mr. Jones? First time to see a black cock fucking a white pussy?”I don’t know what possessed me to say it. Maybe it was the hint of...mockery and arrogance in his voice. But I found myself replying, almost with pride. “No. Actually, my wife has had a couple of black lovers.”Maybe I thought it would make me seem like a man of the world. The equal of this young black guy who’d got the girl. Anyway, whatever I thought it might do, all it did was encourage Joel and seemed to make him. Kurt disappeared into the bathroom but then reappeared to wash his hands at the sink that was in the connecting hallway. Inside the bathroom was a small enclosure for the toilet that had a door. Aside from the toilet area, everything else was open.“Let me show you around,” Inga said. “You have all these dresser drawers and closets. Inside the hallway are the sinks, shelves for towels, and the shower. Why don’t you unpack, shower, and I will make some lunch. Later, we will start your. I was very skeptical to go out as was not sure if anyone had heard her moans. But when I went out and checked, half of them were dozing and the other half was listening to music and playing poker. So all was safe.I briefed them that Deesha was completely drunk and wasted and that I was also tired and that I will go and sleep now. They suggested that I lie with Deesha only, which anyways was my plan.I went back to the room, locked the door and got into the bed. Deesha was fast asleep. I went. And that wasn't the only such departure from the production line Buttercup endured. Clearly word had gone round the male workers that there was a girl on the shop floor of far better than average appearance, and Buttercup was dragged away on three other occasions. This included the manager who had obviously not had enough of her after the earlier occasion. After each excursion, she seemed weaker and more ashamed than the time before, and her hands were visibly trembling as her knife viciously.