I needed no more images to cause me pain. ‘What are we to call her,’ a priestess asked. I told them ‘Ishtar’ the Atlantean word for child. I d...d not look at her. My skin went dry like ancient paper, my hair fell tangled in my face, and the sounds of the temple slowly turned to silence. The humans let me be. One priest stood watch outside my door. No one came or went. I sat, silent and still, seeing hearing, and feeling nothing. I do not know how many years I passed in this state, but I know. Worse, because the wrist of her good hand was fractured, she couldn’t even masturbate properly. At sixteen she enjoyed playing with her kitty, and it was a good outlet for frustration. Now she was frustrated more than at any other time in her life and because she wasn’t good with her left hand, coupled with the constant pain in her other wrist and ankle, she couldn’t reach orgasm! It all sucked!A few nights into her recovery, Nicole, dozing, heard her bedroom door creak open and she opened her. "whhh dddddid yyyouu ttttellll hhher." I told her straight out that my man was a real man and he would neverthink of putting on makeup, wearing bras or panties or dresses or highheels and serving me and my Black lover as a sissy maid cuckold. Itold her there was NO way my husband would ever suck a Black cock or befucked up the ass by one or worse yet cum from being fucked by a Blackcock, that's what I told her!" Iiiis that wh wh what Bob ha ha ha has to do?" Ted asked hopping Annawould say yes. Nikki, it seemed, wasn't hungry. After the meal we smoked and listened some more. During one of the brief breaks Jack asked," Where are you headed?" Nowhere.", I replied.Jack considered this for a moment, then suggested I ride along with them. There were some friends of his in the next town. It sounded like a friendly offer, so I told him I would meet him after I got some sleep."You can sleep when you're dead.", he said, "You look like you could make a short ride and we have a place there, just.