Still, she couldn’t possibly think she could approach me with vulnerability and openness if she had mistreated the Lady of Oak Leaf. For that matter... she was our advocate, not a prisoner in her own right charged by the Lady of Oak Leaf, so she must not have abused my mother’s vulnerability.“No, I have not heard,” I said.“Oh, fuck. Lord Oliver didn’t tell you? I am so glad I chose not to wear the lover’s gown: to sit here in that, tell you my fantasy, and then have you reject me would be more. Her pussy became more and more demanding, forming itself in expectation along what was to come, slowly and gradually introduced until it filled her to my hilt. I slowly extracted it from her then infused it, building up in rhythm and strength as Rhonda gratefully accomodated it until her first orgasm. Her pussy elongated and quivered around my cock, cuing me for deeper penetration, I brought her to another climax before raising her legs to place her feet on my shoulders.Rhonda. now sated. 10pm from school. I had my lunch quickly. I drank a glass of water. I sat in my chair. I was waiting for Kanakamma to come. By 1.35 I heard the gate of our compound wall opening. I opened the door of my room.I saw my Kanakamma coming. I welcomed her to my room, to another unprecedented sexual pleasure. She entered my room and closed the door. As soon as she closed the door I hugged her from behind. She moved her hands backward and held my buttocks and pulled towards her. I kept my right leg in. Interesting. I paid no attention to them as they got closer, only minding my own business and trying to lug the bucket full of water back home when I heard them right behind me. As I turned around, one of them threw a bag over me and slung me over the back of their camel. The next hour, I could only hear scream and cries and see nothing but blackness and I was bumped around on the camel’s back.When I finally awoke, I was sitting in a group of girls, some from my village, around my age,.