?That wasn’t too bad, boi, I just might take you home with me.? My mind was spinning. I couldn’t go home with him, I had a home of my own I had to...get to. My wife would be waiting for me. I told him that and he just laughed. ?Your wife,? he blustered, ?now how in the hell can a little, white, sissy, boi like you have a wife.? With that he reached for the door and opened it before I could even clean my face. He pulled me by the back of my collar and walked me into the hall with other Black men. "For the next few minutes Vishi outlined what she had in mind, improvising as she went along, but including the elements which would elevate her above the life of a Smay'Tai."And if your little plan doesn't work?" he inquired."Then we are both back where we started. What do you have to lose?"He smiled as he contemplated her offer."Yes, I like it. All right. I will see to it first thing in the morning." Her name?" asked Vishi."Twania." (Twa-nee-a)"Let me see if I can "convince" Twania." Right. We chatted for all of 15 minutes before we were making out and he was holding my ass and my hand was on his jeans feeling his cock. So many things he had boasted and I had shot down, now only to think he was right in his audacity. I left there hoping for another meeting but not sure if it would happen. The text was just as daring, "do you want to be my slut?" it read. I never hesitated and agreed to meet the next morning for more than just a touch and grab session.I was the first to arrive so I. Her feet were getting icy and blueish, snow covering her shoulders, shivers running along her spine. She felt so tired. Tears started to fall again. The village was also decked out in its best Christmas tradition but when she neared the old Norman church she saw the rectory was not decorated at all. A light burned in the kitchen but the rest of the house was dark. The house was mourning. There seemed to be some activity in the church but no music was heard outside. She rang the doorbell of.