She was strong-willed, intelligent, and a leader among the other village girls.Zareb, twelve and some months old, was strong. His shoulders were nearl... as broad as he was tall. His father was a bull of a man, the strongest in their village. Zareb would grow to share his father's strength if he could survive the days and weeks to come. He was intelligent but reserved. He said little. He preferred to build and fix things.Maalik was barely twelve. He was average in body; slender, with thin arms. That is until I came across a subject a few months back.It was a letter from a lady asking how she should deal with a situation. Nothing unusual there, I hear you comment. Except this lady detailed a problem that had occurred some long time before and still felt guilty about. The lady had been having a house built in Scotland and she’d manage to get quite a lot of expensive extras for nothing by ‘looking after’ the builders with favours that had started in a small way with coffee, tea, cakes. My hubby foolishly watched to see if I would swallow his yucky sperm so instead I french kissed him and made him swallow his own spunk.After being thoroughly cuckolded, my husband is no longer jealous when other men look at me. Instead he asks me if I like the look of him and if I say yes he then quickly arranges to get their phone numbers for me.Since some of you asked (when I posted this story previously) yes I am a sadistic bitch. But if my husband, who I dearly love, actually wanted me to. It was clear no one wanted unpleasant news, no matter what they claimed, so Phil always made it easy for everyone else by taking the load on himself.That wasn’t to say he was a slouch when he started his own business. Having been self-sufficient his entire life, he had little patience for anyone who couldn’t pull their own weight. If they had problems of their own, he’d give them leeway for a few days and encourage them to seek help, but he emphasized they needed to work as much as everyone.