The two of them are now completely naked, their clothes torn of them in their desperate need to be one. Now they are, two bodies humping as one, connected by Jimhal's spear of flesh as it plows deep inside her fertile belly even as his brown hands maul and pull her even browner breasts.

It is as if something has taken over them, forcing them to submit, to mate. And they do it, with great vigour.

Nothing will stop them mating, nothing will stop him for depositing his thick seed inside her.

Neither see the car pull behind them and a frantic-looking Indian man come rushing over.

"My wife! What the Gods are you doing???" He exclaims...