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    We touched down in the city of Asmara in the early hours of the morning. The small nation of Eritrea held promise, and this six months fact finding mission for my husbands company, would be a challenge, considering the local hardships, but we knew we would live well enough as Westerners.My husband was in his fifties and the lines furrowed into his brow needed to be soothed and mentally made it my mission to make this next six months as pleasurable and comfortable as I could.It took a couple of days to choose the right place, a comfortable villa on the outskirts of the city, a pool and a patio, something I craved for in those hot days that lay ahead.'We need to choose staff', he reminded me one night, we already had two girls indoors cleaning and a chef, now we wanted a gardener and pool maintenance, 'Let me go to the agency and I shall pick some', I said eagerly, my husband smiled, 'Why not'? was all he said?The next day I went down and sat with a girl, who was only in her late teens, she had books with photographs of the people looking for work, 'What age madam, would you like', she said quietly as if she had bells in her voice, she sounded so musical.I looked at her and noticed she was braless, and her small breasts heaved as she breathed. Her dark skin shone like polished amber, and I could see her nipples were long, and very hard.'What's your name', I asked her softly, 'Abrihet', she replied, 'How beautiful', I complimented, 'what does it mean', I continued inquisitively, 'Bringer of light', she replied, barely audible, her shyness made her more attractive, if that were possible, as she looked model material from the moment I saw her, I was strangely attracted to her.'A gardener', I said, meaning back to business, my reason for being there in the first place, to choose staff.I opened the book and there were literally thousands of photographs, with age ranging from early teens to old men, but what caught my eye, were their bodies, so dark and muscular, and as I slowly scanned each photo my fingers lingered on their muscular torso, I caught Abrihet looking at me, as if reading my mind, 'I have others', she said in a hush, so some of the other girls would not hear her.I looked into her almond eyes, so deep, like pools drawing you in, I think I caught her meaning, my attraction to her, was being miss-interpreted, I guess some white women previously chose their staff based on their sexual needs, and I was right, the other book looked like something out of a black stud book of porn.There was a boy of about sixteen with an erection of at least eight inches, my jaw dropped, and when I looked up at Abrihet, she was smiling, her white perfect teeth showing a delightful naughtiness, as she put her long finger on the photo I was looking at, her manicured nail touching his erection, 'He will fuck you good', she said calmly, her long lashed moving as if in slow motion, her breasts heaving, 'And what about you Abrihet', I asked her, looking straight into her eyes, 'will you fuck us', I could feel my own nipples harden when she nodded she would.'What about my brother she asked', a light hint of desperation added an edginess to her melodic voice, 'You mean this boy is your brother', she nodded in the affirmative.My mouth felt dry and I drew my tongue across my lips to moisten them. My mind was all over the place, this was pure sex, nothing more, these were c***dren as I was in my late thirties and my husband in his late fifties, I was choosing a girl and her well endowed younger brother, with an aim of sexual pleasure, and I felt no shame, just excitement.'OK Abrihet', I said, my voice sounding like treacle, 'If I do this it must be in my strict control, I need total obedience'.'I promise maam, we shall be obedient'. I left the office and waited outside in the company limo, parked outside, while Abrihet finished with all the necessary arrangements.After 20 minutes she emerged her loose fitting lemon dress fluttering in the wind, bared her long legs all the way up to her panties, and I saw my driver shift uncomfortably, he must have been thinking the same as I was, she was the perfect sex toy for my husband, and then I felt a twinge, an unfamiliar urge not felt since my boarding school days, rekindled, perhaps she could lie between us in a huge bed, I could feel myself wetting, as she climbed in beside me in the back.'We can go get my brother Madam', she dutifully, and then she gave orders to the driver and we drove off, as I took hold of her delicate hand and placed it on my thigh, covering it with my own. The windows were down as we sped to the outskirts of the town to where Abrihet lived with her parents, my eyes were closed as the warm air swept throw the open window, it felt nice, as did Abrihet's hand, the memories of boarding school came flooding back, it had been 25 years years since another girl had put her hand there, 'Slow down a bit', I said to the driver, not wanting to get there too quick, 'Sorry Madam', he said and the car slowed down, as Abrihet's fingers entered me, my body convulsed and I felt me breaths come in sobs, thankfully drowned out by he radio, the sheer pleasure of being fingered in the back of a limo was indescribable, especially for a woman my age, and as I eased her hand onto my lap, her black fingers were wet with my juices, and I wiped them with my own fingers, until they were dry, part of me was absorbed into her, and her knowing smile spoke volumes.'Will you do the same for my husband Abrihet', I asked, 'Yes Madam', she said musically, 'I will anything'This Abrihet see what I mean: We arrived at her parents home and her brother already standing at the front door, wearing shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt, he looked older than his years, but he looked good enough to eat, I rated him 'delicious', and both my mouth and pussy, still excited from his sisters m*****ations, wetted in sexual anticipation.'What's his name', I asked nonchalantly? She looked at me flashing her captivating smile, 'He likes to be called Brandy', then quietly she added, 'we love each other'. Her eyes dropped and her voice trailed off, I had heard her right, sibling sex, my heart pounded, it's darkness appealed to me, 'You want to share your brothers bed', she nodded in the affirmative, somewhat enthusiastically.The driver was out of the car and had lit a cigarette, so we could talk freely, 'You will have to share our bed as agreed' she nodded, 'I mean we shall have a threesome, I do want you too, I had to emphasize that, then looking at her brother, and him too, again she nodded.Here is a photo of her brother brandy, see what I mean: 'Madam', she asked me, I looked at her, 'have you ever had sex with your brother', she continued?I shook my head, 'No, but I wanked off a couple of uncles and gave blow-jobs when I was younger than you', we both laughed and she got out off the car and brought her brother over to introduce us.The driver had gone into their house to use the toilet, and I had turned to face the back door from which she just alighted, 'Madam, this is my brother Brandy', and he nodded. 'Does he speak', I asked her inquisitively, 'Just a little English Madam', she replied apologetically.She was standing behind him, 'Can I see him', I asked her, again my voice thickening, she caught my meaning and laughed, whispering something into his ear, and as she spoke I watched her graceful hand slide down the front of his khaki shorts and meaningfully fondle his cock.His head was looking over the top of the car roof as was his sisters, her hand was fondling and wanking him and at one point I thought he would cum into my face, but after a few moments play, she withdrew her hand, undid his zipper and pulled him free for me to marvel at his stature.Abrihet poked her head down level with her brothers erection as it pointed at me, 'He is good, yes Madam', the smile on my face spoke volumes, then Abrihet, with word or warning, reached in, grabbed her brothers cock, and stuck it into her mouth and began blowing him, almost all the way.'Stop', I said, panicking should someone see her. She pulled his cock from her mouth and said it was OK as her parents were out, 'But the driver is not', I corrected her, in that moment I saw another side to this beautiful delicate Eritrean flower, she was a sex devil in her own right, a wolf in sheep's clothing.

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