I'd had loving sex with my husband and brutal sex at the hands of Gregg. I'd even fucked a dog! Now I'd been involved in group sex, fucking men I'd ju...st met while my husband finally got his wish to watch me do it.I honestly couldn't decide which of those experiences excited me the most. True, there were things about the sex at Sheila's that weren't pleasant. I didn't like the physical pain of being paddled or whipped but there was something about it that made the sex that followed more intense.. "I was confused, "What the hell is this guy talking about?"The man continued,"The women in this town need you, all of Europe needs you. Unlike the white man's organ, the Muslim organ is strong, and fertile. White men are weak, and impotent." Use their wombs to convert them to Islam. Through their fertile wombs you will take their Christian souls. You must fill their wombs with Islamic seed."I raised my camera and zoomed in closely on his face, their was not an ounce of humor in his expression.. He surfaced several yards away then began to stroke strongly away from me. I kicked into motion and swam after him, trying to reach him in an unspoken race. I caught him by the shoulders then wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to his back. Dad floundered briefly then rolled to his back. My grip was loose so I stayed in place and in seconds we were face to face, stomach to stomach, legs rubbing together as we tread water. I looked into his bright happy eyes and felt a small flame ignite. What was nearly as heartrending as anything else though was my beautiful friend's confession that she had contemplated asking her mistress to give her to Corporal Winter because she felt that she deserved to be hurt. She told about all of her life growing up as a boy and being so terribly sensitive to any slight of her manhood that she'd become a veritable tyrant to those around her. Actually thinking about Brandon, as Randi had been named then, growing up as a man and boy was difficult. Now.