They must have worked all night doing that. There were still coverings for windows missing. More than likely they had been removed to remove the blood...from them and repair the rips from swords that were made when killing the person hiding behind them. It was an uneasy feeling being in there again, but I needed to be there to establish myself as the owner of the Citadel.One way you could describe my feeling was that of being a king. I spent the day meeting with a number of people; all of them. She took me to her son’s room which is rigged with a PC and PS2 (play station 2) and a TV and like 100 of games I was so happy she told today it’s all yours; you can play as much as you want. I played till 5 while leaving she gave me milk and some snacks telling come to home tomorrow at 9.Day 2 classes:I went exactly at 9 too pumped up to play some games. Who knew she was going to play mom and dad game with me lol. I ranged the bell Anjali opened the door she was wearing a nighty today I felt. It often wasn’t even the same guys that were pumping her pussy but that didn’t matter. The only thing that counted was how many cocks and how many comes were shot deep inside her cunt.That was her sex problem. She didn’t really separate her personal self from what her pussy did. It was the wild and crazy sex times that defined her as a person but that really wasn’t very satisfying in the long run. She stuck with the same boyfriend because he seemed to understand her and support her and was. Bradley encompassed all those virile black males that filled her laptop screen. He was real and she was going to enjoy her time with him.What made it different tonight though that it was going to happen in her own bed. Being fucked by Bradley in his hotel room had been wonderful enough, but this time it would be in the marital bed. There was something illicit in doing it there; something taboo about it all. Not just the fact that it was an act of infidelity but also because Bradley was black..