Prince Agbagwa the Voodoo witch doctor comes to the city.The daughterAgbagwa walked to the table, took a drink, then sat. The girl had made her way to the middle of the room and stood watching Agbagwa as he lifted the two dolls that were tied together.“This is you and I.”The girl nodded.“You are a love slave to Prince Agbagwa.”The girl nodded again.“I look at you… now undress.”She removed her clothes and stood naked in front of him while he looked her over. He began stroking his cock.“You will suck my manhood until I’m coming,” he said and the girl walked over and immediately sucked his hard cock. Agbagwa looked at the Mr Forest doll and said, “You’ll be unable to perform for your woman.”As the young innocent Sarah continued working over his cock, Agbagwa intently listened to the next room. “What’s wrong?” he heard the woman next door ask.“I… I don’t know.”Agbagwa again spoke to the doll. “You find her body odour off-putting. Also, she looks to have put on weight and seems older.”He again listened intently.“Something must be wrong, it just went limp all of a sudden. You’ve never had a problem before.”“It’s just—”“Just what? What is it, honey?”“Did you shower today? Üsküdar Escort I keep getting a smell.”“Yes, I did…I can’t believe you said that.”“Well. it’s true; there is definitely a smell coming from you.”“You’re not that great yourself,” she spat.Agbagwa enjoyed his blowjob even more as he heard the argument escalate. Young Sarah gave full attention to his cock, bobbing up and down vigorously while stroking the lower half of his shaft, trying to pump his cum into her mouth.Agbagwa spoke to the Mr Forest doll. “When you leave, take some of her pubic hair. I shall require it later.”He then resumed listening to the argument.“I’m leaving.”“Who the hell do you think you are? You’re an old man chasing young girls?”“If I was, I would be after someone who certainly looks younger than you.”“What the hell does that mean? You’ll never get someone else in my league.”“That might have been true before you let yourself go.”“I’m in the shape of my life. I can get any man I want.”“Well, why don’t you? I’ll tell you now, to be honest, I don’t think you’re going to get too many great offers.”“Run home to your wife and your perfect little daughter,” she Üsküdar Escort Bayan snarled. “Don’t think I’m going to take you back.”“Why would I come back when my wife spends less than you and looks just as good?”Hearing the door open and slam shut, Agbagwa turned his attention to the girl working between his legs before pulling free and ejaculating onto her face. Agbagwa, watching Sarah wipe, her face, caught his breath and thought about how insulted Miss Grant must be feeling right now.Meeting the fiancéAgbagwa sent Sarah back to her room. She and her mom were in the city for a show and they’d met up with her dad who was supposedly here on business.Agbagwa had told Sarah she was his wife-to-be, she would live to breed his children and she would be deeply excited about it, Also, Sarah was to tell her parents that she was in love and that they were to meet him tonight in the hotel bar.When Agbagwa heard a knock at his door, he went to answer, assuming it was Mr Forest coming at his command and bringing a couple of articles with him.“Come in, Mr Forest, I am Agbagwa.”The man looked flustered as he entered and looked around.“You’re Escort Üsküdar uncomfortable?”“Yes,” he said, handing a paper bag to Agbagwa.“Why?”“I don’t like not feeling in control.”“Don’t be alarmed — but you will never be in control again,” Agbagwa said, lifting two pairs of knickers from the bag.”Whose is whose?”“The red are Sophie’s and the white pair are my wife’s.”Agbagwa took both panties over to the light, pulled a pubic hair from each and waxed them into the dolls that were prepared and waiting.“Tonight your daughter has arranged something, hasn’t she?”“Yes, she just announced that she has a new boyfriend. My wife and I are very concerned. She only split from her long-term boyfriend a few weeks ago because she’s going to concentrate on her studying. We’ve never seen her so excited. We’re meeting him tonight in the bar.”“Well, I guess I can relieve the shock. How would you feel if I was the boyfriend?”The man stared at him. “I would not be happy.”“Why not?”“Because you’re much too old for her, you’re black, and I don’t like or trust you.”“I understand that she’s your little princess but — after tonight — she’ll be one of my wives. There’ll be no need for her to study and you’ll soon be grandfather to little black babies.”The man glared. “But—”“There be no point in challenging this,” Agbagwa cut in.”You’re under my control. When we’re introduced later, in your mind you will be opposed but, physically, you’ll be very warm towards me. Understand?”