“I’ve impregnated you for sure,” he said kissing her, “Still holding her arms up over her head in an expression of total domination and contro...l.“You’ll have a Black baby in your belly by next Tuesday,” he said getting up off the bed and swinging his lavish purple Playboy robe on.“Thank you, Brutus,” she said, still breathing heavily from all the sex.“Did your White husband ever fuck you like that?”“No.” She said blankly. “I don’t think my husband even understands he has to cum.”“He doesn’t. Days passed but nothing worked in favour of me. She used to talk with me friendly and never opened up her real feelings. Ramya took leave for a day from office for some family function. So that evening 7 pm she called me I was in the room I picked up she enquired about the office and asked me what I am doing for that I replied I am lying naked and thinking about her and holding my dick in one hand for that she replied not to do dirty talks.But I continued and making sounds like “Aaaahhahh ramya. Did I interrupt you and Brad in the middle of something?’ ‘Not Brad. It’s Wendy. Tee-hee. You’ve REALLY got to STOP that!’ ‘Wendy? Wendy WHO?’ ‘Wendy Warmcox–Mmmmm! You know, the wife of the arms dealer W, the guy I confiscated the guns from. Yes, THAT Wendy—Ohhhh, Wendy! Mmmmm!’ ‘So, what is this Wendy person doing, that’s got you giggling and moaning so much?’ ‘Well, she was gently kissing in a big circle all the way around my bare breast. But right now, she’s–STOP THAT, Wendy! (giggle)–she’s. At first they thought she was a child, she was so short, but the soldier who grabbed her felt very womanly curves through the abaya she was wearing and quickly stripped it over her head. The soldiers stared at the tiny woman who was revealed. Less than five feet tall and very pale skinned, she was exquisitely formed, with firm separate breasts, capped by tiny pink nipples and below was a shaven mons revealing coral lips. Clearly she was at least half white, possibly more."What's your name, my.