Smack! Smack! Smack!Ow! Ahh! Ow! Ahh! Ow! Ahh!Pound! Pound! Pound!Ooh! Ahh! Ooh! Ahh! Ooh! Ahh! Allie had wondered what was happening. She ha... been taking a pounding and had not only not cared but also had started to like it. The mixture of pain and pleasure had been new territory for her. Suddenly she had been thrown to the floor naked and on her back. Her ass had throbbed. She had felt the hot gush of something on her face and breasts. Ugly One had been standing over her and cumming. "Where you want to go today?" he asked."Don't care," she said."Let's run across town to the Ridgeview area and then around the industrial park. That will give us seven miles and we can decide where to go from there," he suggested."Sounds good," she said.For some reason, as they ran, she couldn't help but think that, right here next to her, there was a real, live penis in his shorts. It would have soft balls beneath it (don't poke a hole in them!), but it wouldn't vibrate (no batteries. You can’t outwit me and I always seem to end up having the last word. You start to flirt with me but don’t get anywhere. Your ego needs a boost and you start telling me this story about yourself to try and impress me. You watch me eat my gnocchi, the white, soft, pasty white balls, dripping with cream sauce disappear into the scarlet red lips. The image of my naked white skin lying on your black silk sheets pops into your head. The white skin, the little shadowed area between my legs, the curve. When you learnt he was the guide to this expedition and was a renowned Big Game Hunter of over twenty years experience in Africa it confirmed that opinion. There was a dangerous quietness to this man and many a man would talk of John Carter in the same breath as the legendary Allan Quartermain. He impressed Hawk with his quiet efficiency and skill. Even though Hawk was a skilled hunter and bushman he had been unable to match this man in skill and knowledge. When you looked into the hunter’s.