Collette has some interesting sexual proclivities, and Pearce, well Pearce, is who he is.’ Not wanting to comment any further Fletcher returned to ...his coffee and the morning paper. Mary got her cup of coffee and went outside. Sorrel wanted to keep talking, but Fletcher had his head still buried in the paper and didn’t seem very communicative. Sorrel interrupted anyway, ‘What should I wear?’ Fletcher looked up, ‘What do you mean? What should you wear? Wear whatever you want.’ ‘I meant. What if. The next day I awoke early to someone shaking me. I opened my eyes and saw it was my love, already away and impaling herself as silently a possible on my morning wood. She smiled and said, “Good morning my future husband. I hope you don’t mind, but I couldn’t get back to sleep for some reason, and it looks like he couldn’t either.” She then went back to making slightly squeaky chirps as she bounced on my lap until she came again. I didn’t mind at all. I didn’t cum this time though. I was. Whenever Calvin wasn't around, I would fuck my wife's pussy with her black dildo while she watched some footage of her being taken by Calvin. Then one night Calvin told us he was being transferred. Two weeks later Calvin was gone, and after a little while, my wife wasn't satisfied anymore with fucking her dildo and watching movies. She wanted another black man.Now, once a week, we go downtown and get a room at one of the posh hotels. Then we go out and recruit a good-looking black man for her. There is some thought on burning them but we don't have anything to make them flammable. So we merely leave the dead brutes, as a testament to the protectors' fire-power. Though I did not do the killing, I am asked to say a few words to send them on their way. I can always ask for peace for a fallen foe. We wrap the fallen protectors in some canvas and place them in the storage compartment at the back of the hummer.This last party to leave the camp is a much more subdued one. For me even though.