She shook violently and screamed with joy and ecstasy. I ejaculated at nearly the same time and collapsed on her body, I tried to move off her but she...wanted me where I was. She was crying softly. ‘Sally, what’s wrong girl, did I hurt you?’ ‘Oh no, it was heavenly. You didn’t hurt me at all, you never have.’ ‘Why are you crying, girl?’ ‘I want to go home, I want to be in our little double- wide mobile home with just the two of us. I want to care for you, do your laundry, cook for you and be a. Inside I sat on the toilet while Bec wandered over to the sink and looked into the mirror. While I was peeing, I told her not to worry because the mirror was made out of unbreakable stuff so it couldn’t be shattered and used like a weapon to hurt anybody.After I was done I went over to wash my hands and she moved aside to make room. I asked her if she wanted to go while we were in here and she looked doubtfully at me and then went over to the toilet. She stood there and looked at me until I. That gave her an idea. Later that morning she asked her Chief Eunuch where she might borrow a stud male to service one of her slaves."Mistress, does it have to be a stud male? They are difficult to control. It is much easier to use artificial insemination," was the reply."Yes it does. I want the girl fucked night and morning for as long as it takes and I want her to know she is being inseminated. And I want him to be black, the blacker the better." As the Mistress wishes. Which woman is it?". " The guards had called me "Ron" several times already this session. I'd not bothered correcting them on it yet; that'd come later. Their choice of name was understandable as it'd only been nine days since my resurrection, none of these guys had ever met me as Mark, and they'd spent six months knowing me as Ron. Paul manages to call me "Mark", but only because he deals with the parents regularly and was diplomatic and astute enough to call me whatever his bosses wanted me called.I answered the.