My guy took his pants off and kept fucking me but me on a missionary, I was feeling so aakward and shy!, so I said hello Mr Z and smile! ehehe..what e...se could I do!?. Then this guy took his shirt off, approach to the bed and started licking and sucking my breast, saying how beautiful I was...those things..then the whole party started:Mr Z started sucking and licking my breast while my guy was fucking me real hard, then he layed down and made me sit on him; I started moving all around and Mr Z. "Get back! Stay away I'll kill you!" he growled into the darkness. It wasat this point that I just wanted to fuck with him. I'd always felt thatthe rich were weak. They could commit any atrocity as long as they couldkeep their hands clean of it. But when danger was right there, and theywere scared to death, their money was worth less than toilet paper."Awwww, but I heard I was art. You wouldn't want to destroy art wouldyou?" I asked and giggled. He stuck the steak knife to the girl's. I can never express how utterly my life changed the moment I realized I was sharing Mat's mind, and could know, absolutely and utterly, the depth of his love for me, and see his own joy at seeing my love for him, captured in thought and emotion. The mental tricks, the communicating across distances, the being able to lift and move objects with my mind, even the jumping, were almost inconsequential next to that knowledge.Having slowly begun to adapt to those changes, and to integrate some of it. The punishment would probably be stoning to death.The hearing was all in Farcie, of which, I did not understand one word.The man who had raped me appeared and spoke passionately for a while andthe three men I assumed to be judges nodded. I was then ordered to standfacing him while some words were spoken over us and then he leanedforward and kissed me. I resisted and was dragged off by him to awaiting car. On the way to his house, he explained in halting English,that I was now his third wife and.