She crosses over to me, all click clack and beautiful. She grabs my jawwith power, maybe anger, and raises my eyes to see her. "Say itbetter."I say no...hing. I'm in turmoil.She flips the desk I was sitting in on it's back and knees me. "Slut,we chose you because you're perfect. Don't fuck with me, or it willhurt you. Look at my husband."Again, I am thinking, why me? But I look and see Master Dave gloweringat me, waiting. Then his hand crushes the brandy snifter. A shard cutshis palm. Blood. The more things change, the more they stay the same. I recalled the uprooting of my own people beginning in 1653, when they were driven to barren Connacht. Untold thousands upon thousands had perished, either during the movement or afterward. I would have ground my teeth together except that my fangs got in the way. I made a tremendous effort and they withdrew, having dropped when my memories bubbled to the surface. I had first come to New Echota, the capital of the Cherokee Nation, when gold. The email I sent her included a picture of me and details on my ideas for getting back at him. In her reply I learned that she actually found pictures of him with men! After a few email exchanges she sent one picture of him with his face covered in cum. She also sent a few pictures of herself that were quite impressive, so I was eager to do whatever it took to fuck her. By this time we had exchanged nude pics of ourselves and she seemed as interested in me as I was in her. She gave me his. She moved to the counter and popped some bread in to the toaster, and it was then that I noticed that she hadn't bothered with panties and that I could just see the tattoo on her arse. She turned and faced me, a twinkle in her eye and a sly grin on her face. She leaned back on the counter and I watched as the hem at the front of her T shirt rose up to reveal her trimmed heart-shaped bush. She knew that I had little or no resistance to her charms and it was obvious that she loved playing the.