B. bastard faggotty, or closet-faggot preacher-man had cussed me out within that being of the atmosphere for the premises of properties for that being... of a public facility of a nigga, or nigger church that he himself presides over whereas from there I myself haven't felt that being of the same ever since, & as he himself had cussed me out for that being of the last part of last year, imagine that, & so now I myself just really go to church as of the present given moment in time so that I can,. Two queen sized bed stripped of everything except the white sheet. Bondage toys: ball gags, handcuffs, collars and leashes, whips, and a few things I didnt recognize were scattered across the nearest bed. Three cameras positioned around the room would record everything that happened. Someone had leaned a portable chalkboard against the television with three columns: one for Fiona, one for Kristen, and one for me. Most shocking, five black men sat comfortably chatting in the seating area. Good. "So what do you think of mine?" she asked moving closer. "N-n-nice," I stammered, "beautiful." "Thanks," she said, looking down at the swelling in the front of my jeans. "Looks like you've got something nice in there too."Before I do or say anything, she'd taken a step forwards taken my hands and placed them on her hips, the feel of her soft skin caused the erection in my pants to become really uncomfortable and guess I groaned because next she reached forward and unclipped the top of my jeans. "Fair enough. Have you ever heard of the Second Sisterhood?" Oh, oh my. Just a moment." She made a motion with her feeler toward oneof the Guardians, Layla I think it was. "Tell the other Guardians that Iam pleased with their devotion to keep their bond mates secrets," shesaid to the juvenile spider on her shoulder.Fully aware now that the other guardians had gathered close by she said,"The war goes well and should be over soon." You might be interested to know that as soon as it is over there.