He stood back and studied her closely, the bruises across her breasts still a brilliant violet colour, fresh from the leather belt that had kissed her...skin two nights previously. He lifted one full breast in His hand, feeling the warmth of her skin. Fondling lovingly the nipple as He examined the cut beneath her rosy bud. Letting His thumb graze over the blemish in her skin. "still hurt little one" His voice surprisingly gentle. His mind casting back to the sharp knife that had held her breast. She whimpered for him. She was driven by lust and desire. Steven slid up over her, his muscular chiselled belly pressing onto her spread buttocks, and he pushed the head of his cock forward until it rested at the mouth of her greased hole. He held her tightly by the hair, and slid his other hand beneath her grasping at her tits, groping them, feeling the hardness of her achingly erect nipples in his palm. She bucked, whimpered and fought, and Steven held her tight, pulling her up, and back. “That is what I am Steve. I’m your dirty little whore! I want it Steve” I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his now fully erect cock, right there in the middle of the street. “This is what I want Steve. I want you to fuck me with it Steve. Use me. Take what you need from me Steve. Fuck m...” At that moment he snapped.He grabbed the front of my shirt with both hands and slammed me up against the wall. He was staring straight at me, breathing heavily. His chest was heaving. He put his left. ”Rather than sitting or laying on the beds, they sat, side-by-side, on the floor with their backs resting against the side of the bed. It was a little tight in terms of stretching out their legs, but not that uncomfortable.After a long moment of silence, Jomo said, “Rudo is going to be ten soon.”“I know.”“In our old home, I would be getting a small plot of land ready for him to start farming on his own,” Jomo said.For the past few years, Jomo had his son work in the garden with him, teaching.