I was finishedwith my meal by the time she returned, so I snapped a short leash to hercollar and beganinspecting the house.? Jinniga crawledbehind me,...moving to asquattingposition every time I stopped.? She wasnot allowed to rest on her hands andknees.? I was pleased with her work today, but stillneeded to review the surveillancetapes.? My clothes were freshly washed and put away,the sheets on my bed changed,and the housethoroughly dusted.? Yes, Jinniga would getdinner today. As I was. “I think she might be persuaded to do a little more than that, buddy,” she answered him.“Meaning what exactly?” the German probed.“Let’s just say that she will help you get ahead,” Deanna informed him.“Ah, a fellatrix, then?” the terrorist asked for clarification.“Precisely. She will suck you off, while I let you fuck me. You can take turns using me and her, or simply take one of us for each of you,” the cis woman offered, while her transgender lover giggled at their secret.“Very well. We will. I could feel the old exhilaration course through me again same as it always did in situations like this. The more I backed away seeming to physically cower the more they saw what they expected too. A scared and intimidated white boy freaking out at the idea of a big, black cock in his mouth. His guard began to slip as he became cockier and more complacent while I let fed his expectations yet my eyes scanned left, right,down. I fixed where each of them was and had a good idea who would do what. It didn’t help. His fingers continued to fondle the hem of his pants, but his attention was focused on John. He raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question.John nodded and then continued, “That’s right, I died. I can tell you from personal experience, that it’s not bad. In fact, it’s very pleasant.”The evidence of shock made his voice quaver, “Could you tell me more about it?”“No, I can’t. Words can’t convey what I felt. Can words adequately explain the horror you feel at what you have done?.