Anne: he said he was hoping it would add zest to our sex life.Me: wow... is it good? did it work?Anne: I guess I thought our sex life was fine...Anne:... I mean... we weren't doing it as often as we did before we had kids... but it was goodAnne: I guess I agreed because he looked so happy when he talked about itAnne: and at first it was exciting... but we wanted to go slow, so we mostly watched...Anne: and then played with each other while others watched... I liked thatMe: I don't know if I could. "Yes, sir. The horn is important to us. With it held, a man takes his wedding vows and asks the god Bronze to grant him fertility, so that he may father sons in the season between wars."McAllister winced. "I guess relations between a man and his woman in this kingdom are brief," he observed. The girl seemed a little flushed, to McAllister's eye, and she began darting glances at what was between his legs. "Return to your tale, please," McAllister reminded her."The horn was ours by right of. .. my prime object was to please the niggers. I had become quite unstinted in my efforts to please the niggers. That was my duty. My duty as a white sex slave. My arrogance, selfishness and short-temper had been subdued and eradicated in a matter of 3 days. I had been through so much with so many niggers,dogs,pigs and horses that there did not seem to me now any lower depths to which i could sink. The guests of the brothel had to be treated with courtesy and their requests fully complied with.. This continued for longer that I could have hoped for, and definitely longer than I had expected. In fact, it took me such a long time to get there, that something else happened -- or at least, I think it did. Just after a position change -- I was back on the bed, Vika lying on her back underneath me -- I thought I saw something in her eyes, a shimmer of hope. It was as if she realized something, or had a great idea, or figured out the solution to a problem that had taunted her for ages. I.