" When she said this, I felt like she understood me completely. It was so good to relax for a change! I suggested that we get something from the room�...��s bar… That’s where things started to change a little bit. We kept talking and drinking wine. Nothing like a little girl talk to pass the time. I asked her if she’d ever been with a guy. She said that she’d slept with her boyfriend and a couple of other guys. But then, she really surprised me. She said, "I’ve never really enjoyed myself with a guy. I let him bring his dates…his girls…home, and I watched them screw. He even recorded them on video. Gawd, it got to be so weird, Shaun, but I allowed it anyway, since he was my husband. I loved him and wanted to hang onto him…and I thought it was just a phase we were both going through.’ My ears perked up at her admission of being in a threesome, ‘with one woman’. I wonder what were the circumstances. ‘He wanted more, though, didn’t he,’ I said, sounding like my therapist. ‘Yeah,’ she said, now. He was a huge man well over 6ft heavy built and had a very dark skin. He was well spoken and invited me to sit down and offered me a drink. Straight away I asked him well blurted out why wasn't my husband to be with me, he dismissed my question and proceeded to chat about other things and then invited me to take a place at the table for dinner . The conversation was at times awkward and although the table was set for 6 people only the two of us were dining. After dinner I said I must go but. The warriors guarding me have finally dropped off one by one and now only one of them is still there. He is a huge, athletic and muscular black native, with war paint in his face and only dressed in a loincloth. Around his neck he is wearing a necklace made of animal teeth, maybe from a lion or two. All of a sudden he advances slowly towards me and there is no doubt in my mind what he wants to do to me? now that we are alone. The huge bulge in his loincloth says it all. With a swiftness that is.