Soon one week was fly. Jai again backed to work.I was alone again. After some time, mango farm attached with our field rented. A man with his family c...me there. This farm around 2kms far away from my house, but attached with our fields. They came in early morning in our field for potty. And I had no issue with that. One day I reached nearby the farm, where our fields end. I saw some smoke between crops. In our filed, cemented open tunnel were there for crop irrigation. I walked in water tunnel. Mara was right---everyone of these African guys had those BIG and very BLACK cocks aw Omar had possessed as well---and, like Omar, they seemed to instinctively know how best to use it to enjoy Mara, but to give her the sort of pleasure that I wanted her to have as her husband!It amazed me at how rough each of the guys were in their fucking, but what was also, and equally exciting for me, was how much Mara seemed to prefer that sort of 'rough' fucking! I couldn't keep my eyes of the sight of. " "You dont seem to have choice," he started toward me i screamed scrambling in vain from his power. I was pushed onto my stomach by his power paw like hands i flet his black claws scratch arcoss my shirt tearing it his used his teeth to rip my skirt and the rest of my cloths from my body i screamed the whole time. My breas twhere exposed and my bald pussy gaped i screamed covering myself up he pushed my on my back his red tongue running over my neck and face. I felt somthing sticky and wet. Without it, I’d have spent these past weeks dwelling on everything I’d lost. ‘Arbeit macht frei’.”“Work sets you free,” she translated. “True enough. We’re getting distracted though. You’re right. Children’s Services can only be stalled so long before they need to step in. By rights, they should have already, but your father being there probably helped prevent them from checking marital status to see if your parents lived together. It might slip through the cracks, but you’re right. Better to.