She could send the servants as a normal noble woman would have done but she liked the fresh air and the solitude of walking. She had left little Arron...with the Queen for the day, ensuring he had his feeds ready in bottles. Both the Queen and the King took on the role of servants as far as an outsider were concerned. Behind closed doors she gave them the deference due to them, but for any callers, being servants, they were ignored and safe. The other household servants did not know who they. They survived for three days before finding shelter in the only building in the entire island: a shrine to a deity called Ragaraja at the top of a mountain that sat in the middle of the landmass. One of the survivors, a Japanese soldier, found an old book inside the shrine, its pages crusty from the general humidity and heat of the island’s climate.The book told of an ancient ritual to Ragaraja which would grant its participants gifts to transcend humanity’s limits. It consisted of an offering. I didnt notice the other guy walk over but he had his pants down to his knees and was getting himself hard. I switched cocks in my mouth and started to suck the guy from the car while I wanked the other guy. I was getting so horny and began to get a little carried away. The guy from the car had a bigger cock, prob about 7.5" and also quite thick, it tasted great in my mouth. I then reached over and grabbed the 3rd guys cock and started wanking him. I then switched my mouth again to his cock. In Boston, I experienced a culturally diverse world where Black Unity was the rule rather than the exception. In Canada, Black Unity is a dream rather than a reality. In Ottawa, I find myself at odds with my fellow Blacks. I was born in the city of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti in 1987. My family and I moved to Boston, Massachusetts, a little more than a decade ago. Since then, I became a United States Citizen and I even started college back home. I attended Roxbury Community College in the.