Especially when Michelle's own pussy was in the middle of getting a good seeing to with her flute. That was very frustrating.However, despite everythi...g, Michelle did not want to let Buffy down. Buffy and the scoobies had been nice to her. So with a little reluctance, Michelle picked up the ringing phone with a sigh of resignation."Hello. Mich… I mean Willow here." Said Michelle, hoping she had corrected herself in time."Its Buffy!." Said a frantic voice on the other side of the line. "There. "She nodded sadly, "and I did. I felt horrible afterward. I actually got sick to my stomach and made him take me home. I told him I couldn't see him anymore, that I loved my husband and I couldn't believe that I'd been unfaithful to you while you were fighting a war." But, you changed your mind."Again she nodded sadly. "Donald left me alone for several days, then he called me and told me how much he missed me. He said he wanted to see me again, but just as friends. He promised he would never. Not long after she had met her goal of fucking Paul, Marla had met her last boyfriend, Jake, the one that dumped her over the phone. He had been twenty four. But her plans for tonight didn’t include meeting any men, just to have a couple of drinks and dancing, not letting her latest failed relationship get to her. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea from now on just to bring guys over for a quick, impersonal fuck now and then, nothing more. Marla showered, put in her diaphragm (a f***e. “Here we are”, Jim continued, “Welcome to our lodge, happy hunting”.As I left the Hummer, two very tall Africans picked up my luggage and lead me to a round hut. On the outside the hut looks as primitive as any on the Savannah. Inside it is nothing but Luxury with a capital ‘L’. My ‘hut’ had two large rooms, one for sleeping and one for entertaining or living. The airy bedroom was lit with sunlight that was falling through the panoramic window. The bedroom walls were adorned with fertility.