There were many, many beautiful Moroccan women, and I was always lusting after them, but the fact was, I had very little economic value to offer a Mor...ccan woman---but none of that mattered (or, at least not nearly as much) when it came to European women. I saw all sorts of beautiful, but largely unobtainable, European women tourists on the streets of Rabat; nevertheless, I craved to fuck not just one, but as many as I possibly could; but then I started chatting with Krystian and Hanna!. . ‘Fuck me’ I thought, we must have had a good time but damned if I remember much about it, at least there were no dead bodies lying around.Coffee was done and I took some pills to try and relieve the thumping inside my head and sat in the kitchen with my head in my hands, I was not going in the lounge, just the thought of tackling that shit made me nauseous.The sun was shining through the kitchen window, far too bright for my state of mind but I saw this figure walking down my path, I couldn’t. Jean and Ann should be even happier because you have saved their lives. One and Two are also learning well." Oh, Master," Sue exclaimed. "One and Two wanted to work but needed just to be shown and neither you nor Mistress Jan nor Lind had the time to spend. I am glad we could help them be successful." Jean and Ann went to our feet and began to kiss Sue's and Trud's feet."Jean, Ann, do you want more instruction from Sue or Trud?"They looked at each other. "Oh Master John Moore," Ann said. Thanksgiving flew by, as did Christmas, New Years, Easter and St. Patrick's. Jackie and I spent our weekends making out like rabbits, going to the range and enjoying the seasons together. We bought a nice prefab two bedroom house just outside of Rhinelander on four wooded acres. She was the day manager at a Hyatt hotel that just opened in town. The state forests were becoming more and more popular. It drove people in our direction. Sometimes the mommas or grand parents weren't so cool with.