"They've already started!" Jamal told Muhhamad. He showed him the photos of that other African man, a Zambian (and a Muslim like they, themselves, wer...) in the very act of inseminating this young white female. Muhhamad stared at the photos, slowly swiping his fingers across Jamal's phone screen, and as each picture came into view, he felt, in spite of his lingering skepticism, an undeniable up-welling of sexual lust."This white couple," Jamal said, pausing before going on, "they WANT our SPERM,. It needs to be filled. I toss back the blanket and get into my knees. The cool morning air feels fresh on my bare skin. I kneel over the dildo and position the head. I move it back and forth through my folds and it makes wet sounds it moves between my lips. Slowly I let the dildo penetrate me while I continue to rub the vibrator over my clit. My pussy contracts and relaxes around the shaft and I tremble as I sink all the way onto it. I slowly start to grind on the dildo, moving my hips in tight. Liz and I noted that it was one we had first heard of during the Kuwait affair some years earlier. They had a good reputation among the news media, but there was nothing else to be said publicly about them.Anyway, the main point of the moment was that our new contacts were dead set on driving ISIL out of North America, and that coincided with our objective, so we were easily able to accept what they were doing for us. It might have to change later, but we were okay with it for now.Ralph agreed. You could feel the energy and power as it permeated everything. The hypnotic beats pulsed in rhythm with my increasing heart rate.Even though I was blindfolded I could tell when someone entered the room because for a moment the music would increase in volume. I heard several voices, talking amongst themselves like I wasn't there or didn't matter just a piece of meat to be used. I could only make out parts of the conversations. Then I heard the loud chanting. I could feel the rush of adrenaline.