Soon as we get home I get my husband in the bed and wait for Marcell to get there. After what seems like forever I see headlihgts in my driveway and I... open the door so Marcell can come in. He Immediately grabs me and starts kissing me before I even close the door. I am returning his kisses and I hear the door open behind us. In walks two more black men. I feel a panic in my stomach and ask Marcell who they are. He says they are with him and they are all going to show me what good black. They didn’t want to have you take a mission if you only wanted to establish our bond first.”“Have I established our bond?”“We are very well bonded on all levels.” I got that lick of the lips and look. So we worked on the bond through four restoratives, and she slept on my shoulder.We woke and showered together and had our meal. “Do you think I should go on the mission?”“Yes, the Damsels are waiting for you, my Hero.”We spent the next hour looking over the missions she had been given. We ended. His breasts pulled on his body. How he wished he could have the bra on again.He felt someone removing the hood from his head. He blinked trying to get his eyes accustomed to the light. The gag was removed. He saw the predicament he was in. He was suspended with his hands chained to a beam above his head. A man and woman stood before him staring at his body. The man was obviously from Afghanistan dressed in the country's attire, but the woman was white, caucasion, obviously from North. Full pouting lips glossed bright red, fingernails likewise, coated blood red.I locked the door to the house and walked the hundred yards to the street corner very aware of the twitching curtains from left and right. My spike heels echoed in my ears, their clicking giving me a thrill and filling me with pleasure. Cars passing by slowed so the occupants could take time to gawk. Some sounded their horns, others flashed their lights. Windows rolled down so the drivers or passengers could shout at.