She bent to study the contents. "Unless you want to go outside and get muddy harvesting some oranges."Michael's eyes dropped to Arnele's rounded botto...m and the gap just below. He shook his head. No masculine bulge. No hint of //anything//. That's just not fair. She took out a loaf of bread and a jar. For a split second Michael flashed to an image of Arnele in a modest house dress covered by a frilled apron, preparing a batch of preserves. With a mental head shake he returned to see Arnele place. The two would carefully avoid each other every day, making sure to not seem at all connected. They would eat, work, and take their breaks separately, but once a day, they would sneak into the bathroom together. Annie would lift up Michelle's skirt and look under to make sure she was holding up her end of the bargain. Then she would tease her, saying "Poor Michelle, you must feel so unclean." Or, "Michelle darling, didn't anyone teach you to take care of yourself?" Annie acted as if the bet had. In no time I was brought into the hut. The men with their full erections did not stand for any ceremony and they placed me in the middle of the four-poster bed. The shedding of the loin clothes was immediate. One brave got behind me, with his hands he grabbed my legs, pulled and pined them to my chest. I was in the semi-sitting position where I could see my pussy all open and ready. Another man positioned himself between my legs and said “I lick you white pussy”, masterfully he spread my thighs. “Do you know where you are?”Two blinks.“You’re at St. Mark’s Medical Center; you’ve been with us almost two weeks, since the day after your accident. You were moved here when it became apparent how much damage you’d sustained. Do you remember what happened to you?”Two blinks.He smiled. “You got the double-whammy. Dr. Feldman is right, you should be dead. You were hit by lightning, but apparently, you’re the dramatic type and that wasn’t enough for you, so you also fell about forty-five or fifty.