Kitten was not wearing any panties and she hoped that her mat caught all of her juices. When they leaked on the floor JP always made her clean up her ...ess. Kitten looked up into JP’s eyes as she began to lick and stroke his cock with her tongue. She paid special attention to the super sensitive head of his cock. She loved to make JP moan and she knew that planting her ‘butterfly kisses’ always did that. Then she made an ‘O’ with her mouth and placed his cock against her lips. She had made a. I have often asked myself that question since. Vee and I have discussed it. We have wondered if some potion had been administered during the meal, but we think not. We can only conclude that sex, in a certain context, can be an overwhelming, all-consuming emotion. Inhibitions, far from being removed, simply cease to exist. That is why I was able to look on with equanimity when Ntombe announced - in French this time - that for a finale he would take Vee. My wife was not given any. Then again until the moment that one of them demanded to be able to examine me intimately I had no clue that they were anything except for smugglers whose particular trade was in moving people out of the hell hole where I was born.That the people they were mostly moving were women never caused me to consider that most of the girls (and most of them were younger than I was) had been bought from desperately poor families. In my mind I thought that my father had researched the groups available and. The tomb was full of people. Three of them carried the body away, the rest followed in mournful procession. Before her went a glorious black-haired woman who looked like the spitting image of the leader. Next to her a brown-haired, lightly tanned man who with his poise and mysterious eyes looked nothing short of a God himself. A gathering, she was told ? But what was her part in that game? She, a common stranger, a killer now ??They had dug a simple earthen tomb for him. All bent down for one.