He helped her to stand up and lead her back into the bedroom. He walked around her body for a moment inspecting her. His hand trailing over different ...arts of her body."I'm glad to see my serum worked on you. It doesn't work on everyone. It only works on those who are naturally submissive and have a desire to be dominated. The serum helps you to realize your true identity. All your life you have likely imagined that you had to amount to something strong and powerful but went about the wrong. Then you get an offer to move to Fuckin’ San Finzione! Better money, it goes farther, ya get to live in Super Vegas But Classier! All that and, best of all, your American understanding of the world tells you that Europe’s all white folk like yerself? Everything you ever hoped for! So, you jump on it, sell the car, sell the house, move your life here. Then when ya land, expecting Whiteopia, ya find out that outside America, even people of other colors get more holiday time a year then you’ve. Without warning, he plunged the quills and his fingers into her wound. Ashley moaned sensually and writhed as he explored the hole. He kept working, searching for the arrowhead. When he found it, he slid the quills around the sharp edges of the point and gingerly slipped it out. Ashley cried out, arching her back high in the air before collapsing back onto the floor. Gently, he took the bandages and started to wrap the cloth around her pierced midriff. She arched her back once. "A sexy woman, beer, popcorn, and football," I quickly responded."That's better," she said as she snuggled into my arm.We watched the game quietly for a few minutes. I wanted to kiss her so bad I could taste it. When a commercial came on I turned and pressed my lips to hers. She moaned and opened her mouth to my insistent tongue. When the commercial was over we parted breathlessly. I tried to kiss her again, but she said, "commercial."Fortunately there are a lot of commercials on Monday Night.