For several minutes you argue with yourself that the letters are none of your business, but curiosity and something even more primal makes you reach f...or the box. You search for the letter you were reading before but can’t find it so you pick one at random. It is my first letter to you, the one where I tell you in my clear prose that I need you more then I need air to breath. I write of my love and how it grew from a modest affection, to a full-blown obsession, I loved you in spite of my. All I could do was stare. She was dressed in a long see through negligee, that flowed from side to side as she moved. Her tits were huge, nipples the same, large, looking as if they needed some immediate attention. Between her legs, a prominent, puffy pink pussy, a very evident camel’s toe that appeared to be moist, as if we had interrupted a sexual encounter. The way she descended the stars was a combination of a snake stalking its prey and a Jaguar in the final approach of her kill. Every. "This is Venetia , our new white slave. She will do anything with anybody. Just tell her what you want her to do." I looked at her and suddenly felt myself floating. "Take off your clothes." said a man. I did and dropped them on the floor. "Damn, very good training." he told Mother. Another person looked at me and pointed to the corner, "Suck him, I knelt in front of a very old black man whose skin was wrinkled , his eyes red and tired, most of his teeth had gone, his thin bony fingers rubbing. You and Joe quickly get through the food, as neither of you had eaten for some time. The fire is starting to wane, and there is no more wood for it. "I have another blanket here, wrap that around you and try to get some sleep. Looks like this storm is here to stay for a while." Joe suggested. "What about you?" You ask. "I'll be ok. I'm a bit warm as it is." he replied, and he laid down on the edge of the blanket. You lay down facing towards him just as the fire died. You see Joe shivering a.