Just as I get outside the door the man grabs hold of my shoulders and I find myself up against the alley wall. His hands start exploring my body, forc...fully, and I start moaning. his hands travel further down and cup my ass then he slides one hand into my jeans and the other up to my neck. "Suck my cock, Slut." He said as he pushed me down to my knees. I slowly undo the button and unzip his jeans, and take his dick out. I look at it and wrap my hands around the base. His hands circle around my. . “Take that fucking seed white boy, you’re my bitch now!” Rick growled in my ear. I lost track of how long Rick’s big Black cock was shooting in me but when he finally started to pull out of me instead of getting off me he got onto my back with his knees pinning my arms down. I had no clue what Rick ment when he said “go on get in there” till I felt another person get on the bed and another huge cock rammed up my already well fucked hole.Rick stopped talking to me and only spoke to whoever it. The first afternoon I was free and then we made a good walk downtown. After dinner I was a little bit tired and told Ana I would go to bed. She was still in a good mood and told me she would go down to the hotel lobby to have a last drink and enjoy listening a pianist playing there.She came back at five o´clock. I turned on the lights when she entered the room.Ana had her nylon pantyhose in her hand. She took off her dress and showed me she was no wearing her black thong anymore. She had. Long strands of green mucus began to drip from his nostrils. The headman motioned the guests to sit. Walter assumed the posture he had been told was correct, sitting elbow on knee, hand at mouth, staring reflectively at the thatched ceiling. Walter had carefully briefed the guide on the questions he wanted asked. An animated discussion began between the guide and the headman. Walter and the shaman stared at the palms and listened. At one point, the shaman broke in and a brief exchange followed.