I was contemplating trying to reach France and Paris from the Atlantic side when once again my luck ran thin. The crew of the last small boat I had ch...rted decided that they would keep the cargo, mostly consisting of what I had brought back from the Far East. Having me to sell on the coast of Africa as a slave was merely a bonus. So when we passed what would be called the Straits Of Gibraltar they simply locked me in and sailed south. Someone might ask why I didn’t just break out. Well, two. The rest of his tribe instinctively surrounded me, and I was given the impression they were able to detect how sopping wet my undergarments were. It was only a matter of minutes before I was naked in spread eagle position in the nearest hut. Jafu, the handsome man who greeted me off the bus, and name I would learn after our festivities quickly removed his loin cloths and poured the prepared gazelle blood onto each of my erect bosoms. It is an Shakalu tradition to pour gazelle blood over your. When I arrived at the house it was run down. The lawn hadn’t been mowed in a while and everything was in a general state if disrepair. I knew I was in the right place it looked like a tweekers house. Before I could even knock on the door it opened. Tiffany I presume. I said yes sir. He smiled and said cum on in. The inside of the house smelled like stale smoke and had a bunch of stained furniture. I looked into the living room and saw several guys sitting around in various states of undress and. Bina kapdon ke..uske jisnm ko chhoona chata thha…main tarkeeb sochne laga…maine kaha…shayad mere bistar par maachis ho…tatolte hain…woh haath badha kar tatolne lagi…maine tatolne ke bahaane…use beech beech meinChhuna shuru kiya…kabhi uski bra..kabhi salwar…aur fir tabhi woh boli…shit lagta hai keede ne kaata hai…achanak dard ho raha hai…maine poochha kahaan to woh boli peeth par…maine haath se tatolte huye kaha…kya karen…woh boli thhode daba ke rakho hath…se..aur mera haath uski peeth par chala.