“You could be serving your countrymen; we’re always in need of camp followers who don’t care who they swive.” I popped her small, round breast... free and let her corset slide down her hips.“You don’t do those Germans, do you?” I asked, squeezing her throat firmly.She shook her head and stopped wriggling since she figured out it only caused her pain.“I’m glad of that,” I said, “I wouldn’t want to put my root where they had been.”With that she went right for my eyes with both hands. I grabbed her. Only at those times were their needs for sex greater than their need for human blood.Lafitte sighed in uncharacteristic frustration. He had so wanted to impale the bayou tasty treat. His instinct told him that Marie would stake him mortally before he could cum in the tiny virgin's luscious ass.A knock at the basement trapdoor brought Lafitte to his feet. The entire clan went silent and they looked to their leader fearfully.It was Marie's Hep cat, Michael, the "know it all" shaman of her inner. Thank goodness he didn’t last too long.(Five minutes later).I can hear multiple footsteps entering the ablution block. I’m listening intently for possible sexual sounds.Yeah, oh yes, there is definitely action going at the urinal. I’ll just hang in for two minutes and then have a look.Rounding the corner later, I am looking at a large man with a smaller younger man kneeling in front of him. The large guy is rather unattractive and a bit skanky looking.Perfect, fucking perfect, just the way I. She was always very positive and encouraging and would try to buck me up whenever I was in the dumps. On my part I also helped by bringing old clothes from home for her and her family, and helping out often with cash for her urgent needs. I also got her husband a job at a local cement agency.A gradual change came between our relationship from that of a Boss and Servant to that of a friend. We became casual and free in each other’s company and We frankly would share our thoughts and frustrations.