The place was beautiful. Lots of farm land. Lots of honest people. And he was bored out of his skull. The hard-working, God-fearing Haitian folks who ...lived in town were as alien to him as Martians. He spoke a heavily accented Creole, and they picked him up as a foreigner right away. What they called Diaspora, and kind of derisively too. At least that’s how he felt until he met…her. Florence Joseph. Tall, curvy, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, with gorgeous skin the color of. It wasn’t her fault. She was just ... that kind of accident. The intricate lines of her face. The offhand river of sensuous addiction oozing from every pore.It was just what she had the bad luck to be. A complete object of irrational desire.Pure chemical.Rat leaned in and licked the wine stain. He could’ve sworn he could taste the remains of whatever had left it there. He closed his eyes and pressed his face against her pussy.“God I’m gonna miss you, Stain.”Her fingers laced into his dark, wet. And hello to you, Adrian. Is there something I can help you two pretty ladies with?" I wish Sir!" said Amy"Call me Mr. D for now, Amy ... actually both of you do so. Now what is it you wish that I could help you with Amy?" I think you know, Sir. But, I'm pretty sure you ain't going to do nothin' with a 16 year old, no matter how much I asked. I'll be 17 next week if that helps, Mr. D." To my eternal regret, I just can't go there, Amy. But, I can make sure you get one hell of a present for your. It wasn't longbefore I couldn't help myself and was wet through. Josh had brought a plasticspatula in the room and pronounced ?the dirty bitch needs a good smack righton her cunt?. Few of the boys gasped at my impending punishment, ?don't worryshe loves it, don't you?? I had no choice but to reply, ? Yes please smack my cunt?. A ginger hairedboy named Steven was the first to have a go with the spatula. He surprisedme by standing astride me; well he was practically sitting on my tummy. ?Areyou.