In a few clipped words, Mr. Taylor Froth had done what a smile from a pretty woman and a cup of excellent coffee failed to do: make David happy he cam... to work.John Goodman (no relation, he exhaustedly explained every time he introduces himself) was one of the traveling masseurs who went to clients who couldn’t make it out to the parlor or preferred to stay in the safety and comfort of home. If this was a normal massage parlor this news wouldn’t get David so excited, but this was a parlor. You are a lovely person and I like you too much to insult you in that way!’ And I really meant it, she was too lovely, but deep down part of me knew that I was being untruthful to myself. I wanted her badly, very badly indeed. Wanted to ‘use’ her body as much as any of the other boys she had been with, probably more so as what I had in mind was to breach that tight little (possibly virginal) bottom and see her writhing in pleasure beneath me. If I allowed my dark desires to surface I should. She can be of use to me and help me with my work. No, the village elder said, she is Kikalu and we need to kill her. But, if between now and tomorrow morning, the forest spirits give us a sign, she may be spared and u can have her. That is my decision, he concluded. Mark realised he couldn´t do much more. The girl was tied up to the pole in the middle of the village central area, sitting on her knees. She was cryingquietly, her tears dropping into the dust below her. Mark felt so sorry for her,. Breasts barely covered by the light dress seemed to tease him. Lips that he had seen tight and mean were now full and sensuous. Above those lips her eyes were full, bright and sparkled; eyes that Bobby had seen in women he had raised to the height of desire as he fucked them.Moving to him she moulded her soft body to his insinuating her arms through his and around his waist, pulling him to her. Heat flowed from her pliant body, through the thin dress and permeated his shirt before spreading.