“He wants to do this idiocy. I won't let him get himself killed, so I have to do what I can to keep him alive.”“What about the sex slaves?”“...'ll stop them,” Pyrriah promised. I believed her. There was something serious in Pyrriah that had never been in her. This iron in her eyes and her spine. This fight was bringing some part of her that had long been buried in her. It made her so different from me. I couldn't fight. I couldn't march into the arena.I couldn't defy our brother the way she. I would have to go Brazilian! The hot water was thrilling as the power-shower cascaded against my firm breasts and the shampoo bubbles ran down my stomach and between my legs. It was great fun as I covered my nubile young body with soft soapy foam then let the tumbling water wash it off. After a couple of minutes I lathered up my pubes then rested my right foot on the side of the bath. I took a deep breath and swiped the razor downwards leaving a furrow of pink flesh in the middle of my hairy. Checking to see that my wife was still sleeping, I replied: I was dreaming about you and was so surprised by your text. I want to cum in your mouth so bad honey, we will continue where we left off soon. Good night sweetie **. Morning sun woke me up and I rushed downstairs to grab a quick meal, get dressed and get ready for work. At around 11:00 am my phone buzzed in my pocket as I was taking a coffee break to check my e-mails.My heart started to beat faster as I saw an incoming message with. I was intrigued; but fuzzy, so I told him again I wanted to go home. But he insisted and beat me.As I woke up from my seat, I felt my knees a bit weak. The black guy then put his huge arm around my waist to steady me…He drove me to the gym in his car. As we arrived there, he helped me again, but he finally released his hold on me as he made me lean against a wall…“Your husband is a lucky man...” Big Tyrone said, as he stared at my entire body and I felt the lust in his eyes.He was standing.