The sweet scent of her young pussy fills my nose. It’s so intoxicating. I kiss her white panties and can feel the damp fabric on my lips. The taste ...s even better than the smell but I need to taste more. I pull her panties to side, exposing her lady lips to me. I immediately begin to lap at her sodden slit. The taste is divine, like sweet nectar.“Oh fuck” she moans loudly as both her hands hold the back of my head. I lap faster at her pussy. My tongue swiftly moving across her lips. Her hips. I looked down and saw the mounds of my breasts, the tent created in the front of my bloomers by the huge erection I had, and Jennie kneeling at my feet. She looked up at me lovingly, and caressed my cock, then told me to stand up. I did, but she stayed where she was, reaching into my bloomers to free my cock from its satin prison, and she proceeded to suck me to climax. I held here head tightly against me after I came, and the feeling of love passed strongly between us. She stayed there for a. Afterwards, the young ladies were joined by personal counselors and invited to learn African dance steps and moves. All the counselors were black and ranged from 20 to 45 years of age. These white daughters of ex-pats were naïve as to the actual format of this retreat. It was advertised as an introduction to African culture but the deep hardened truth was that many of these African men came from well to do families that paid Nigeria’s ruler handsomely for a chance to perhaps rut with young. After several weeks, it was obvious that she was the best player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, ?Honey’s Stinger.? After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would wave her little paddle and taunt us with, ?OK, whose next to get their ass whipped??Then came ?that Friday night.? Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as ?that Friday night.? Everything started as usual and.