How's that for looking down the road, Tate?" Jeez, Cam, really?"Yeah, there's no rush, I really do like you Tate. I mean I really, reallylike you. Y...u're the first guy I've met here that has given me any hope offinding my one guy."I turned to look at his handsome face. He looked at me quickly, winked andput an arm across my shoulders. In another few minutes we stopped walkingand started to turn around and head back. He looked around and saw that wewere in the dark, out of range of the. A little while later, amid my own fucking as another of the porch guests used my cunt, I saw my Mistress getting hosed heartily by one of the large black men that was partying on the back porch. He had already used me once, and where they were standing, my Mistress bent over the porch rail I could see his big cock pounding into her. I heard her moan loudly then ask permission to cum, amidst the slap, slap, slap rhythm of their bodies meeting as they fucked. Master granted it and my Mistress. "When we've got your weight down as low as possible, then we'll start building your body." Come here; first we've got to see just how bad you've been. Get on the scale."I removed my sneakers and socks and stripped down to my underwear before getting on the scale."145 pounds. We've got more work than I thought. Okay, get on the treadmill and start running; I'll tell you when you can stop."While I ran, I watched Patti set up two large charts and hang them of the wall. One was a weight chart on. "This town is full of beautiful white women. Their breasts are large and succulent with the capacity to nurse many sons. Allah made the women of this town as beautiful as they are because Muslim men can not resist them, and they should not resist them. Remember, the place of the white woman is on her knees; submissive, passive, willing. Go and give her orgasms, many of them, her orgasms will change Europe forever, will change the world forever, their moans of pleasure should and will be heard.