" Oh, I love you, Natalie, and I don't give a shit what country you're from or what color you are. I just love you for you."I brought my lips to his a...nd made out with him as Ling kept blowing him. We both kept hands on her head, and we reveled in her pleasure as well. After a minute, he let his other hand come onto my tit.He grabbed it hard, and I felt him jerking around even more. We both knew his times were coming, but she kept going like there was no tomorrow. I heard him breathing harder. “Hi, I’m Eloyin. I come from a village to the South,” I said.There was no major reaction from the girl but her sobbing quietened a little. I took that as an encouraging sign.Using my experience of reading stories to the village youngsters, I told the girl the story of my life. I told her about all my humiliations and failures and how I’d ended up unmarried, careerless and mucking out pig pens. The girl’s sobbing stopped and I thought I heard her snigger a couple of times.I risked shuffling. Sarah loved to look after herself and at just under six feet tall all I could see was the perfect woman. With the body of a model and legs that no sculptor could match I was quite frequently hard twenty-four hours a day and she loved knowing it.On this particular day it was worse for some reason and I could not figure out why. Over the next few hours it just grew to be unbearable and having lost track of time I decided to relieve myself. This turned out to be a bad idea of course, and not that. A minor thing that bothered me was that, although each woman had her own bedchamber, she usually slept in the bed with Fatema.I later learned she had a statistic streak and enjoyed being spanked. She liked to be tied up while I ravaged her or, better yet, have Fatema and Raaji hold her down while we had intercourse. Very often I would be summoned to her bedchamber to find my other wives had lashed her, nude, to the bed or to rings imbedded in the wall. She would almost always be ready and I.