”We had arrived early, so we went and looked in the office that was assigned to Councillor Jean Horn-Bay. It was clean but had that unused feeling a...out it. Oliva opened a filing cabinet and looked at several files.“Bron, I think she either quit her job or died,” she said frowning.“What area did she oversee?” I asked as I browsed another cabinet, trying to get a handle on what she did from the information in there. Everything was more than ten years old.“Water and sewerage,” Oliver supplied.. To be Black-Sama's mate and wife….!"I will use you to bring more Taimanin to my cause. You will capture and break them till they are nothing more than glorified bodyguards, Assassins, prostitutes and breeders to my cause. And you will start with the Taimanin my men have captured, Igawa Sakura!" He said, a low moan slipping through Ryuzaki's mouth as Oboro's pussy clenched at the name.To think Black-Sama was giving her the chance to brainwash Asagi's sister into her master's personal cum dump!. I didn't know at the time that she had laid both of them and was interested to know if I was any good in the sack too. The thing about Maggie (name changed) is that she was eternally broke and was willing to trade sex for beer and that in my mind, is a good thing (well, I was young!)Maggie was a bit rough. She spoke with a London accent and was not shy at all. That said, she had a good figure and never, ever, wore a dress as she had few feminine traits. I liked her and saw no reason not to be. She, too, was Arabic, her hair black and sleek. She had a gleam to her skin like she was fresh from the bath while her eyes had a thoughtful look to them. She didn't act like the others. Like she wasn't actually a part of Kyle's harem.“This is Sarai,” he said. “She's a Marid. They're water-aligned and intelligent. Strategist and plotters. A Marid would make a great organizer and no doubt keep your harem in line.”I nodded as a fifth woman sauntered over. She had a sway to her hips, her black.