.. yes, oh! more ... oh, help, yes!’As I lean sprawled against the tree, all my resistance overcome, you pull my polo shirt over my head and unclip ...y sports bra. The touch of your fingers on the bare skin of my breasts ignites a wildfire in my pussy, and without conscious thought my back arches and my ass thrusts out to grind against your crotch. You give a groan of desire and grind back, at the same time squeezing my tits and grunting: ‘Go for it, bitch, go for it, you slut!’You step back. “This is a way of life here. Some of the slaves that you see are also teachers, doctors or other professions in the community. Some were sold, some were captured during war. This is a different world. We can’t change the practice and it isn’t as bad as other times in history. There are so many here that are poor and homeless, I think the slaves are more in line with America’s middle class. With food and shelter provided to them.”They walked along looking in the pens. The people running the. "Gail either ignored the look on my face or didn't notice it because she went on unabated."I have a list here of more than a dozen marriage counselors," she said. "We can pick one together or you can choose on for us. We have problems, Jeff. I didn't realize they were at the point they are but now I understand. Marriage is a partnership. I have not been holding up my end of arrangement. I'm sorry for that."Stop the presses. Gail just apologized while she still had her clothes on. I gulped. This. I dugaround some more and pulled out the fork from earlier. It looked reallyweird out here, like light didn't reflect off of it properly.Sarah popped her head in to ask about pizza toppings. I shrugged. I putthe fork back up and headed out to the kitchen with the others.After a few beers, a few slices of Papa Gino's, and a few stories abouttheir times in college, Sarah and I retired to our bedroom."You have interesting friends," I mentioned, while Sarah was unboltingher left leg."Mhmm," she.