It is a simple fact of nature. I don’t hate women. I hate what they do. But I understand they can’t help being the treacherous snakes they are any...more than I can help taking a shit when the urge takes me. So, unlike most men in the Kazonga tribe who marry many women and keep scores of female captives from vanquished enemy tribes as slaves, I have married a man. That man is Malik, a tall, good-looking, ebony-skinned stud I once bought at the marketplace. He is a former slave from a tribe my. Her breasts were a nice size and shape, her nipples were a slightly darker shade of pink, her stomach was flat and her vagina was smooth and freshly shaved. She had never been sure about shaving it completely until one day Stacy had told her that that’s how hers was and how good it looked and felt. So she decided to give it a try, figuring she could always let it grow back and return to having her narrow “landing strip” as she’d heard it referred to. Kirsty took a few more moments to look at. "Maurice led us back to the Safety Deposit area. As we walked back I studied Maurice, besides being black he diffidently stayed in shape, which made telling his age hard. I put his age somewhere near forty. A cart holding two different size safety-deposit boxes was waiting for us. After we signed for the boxes, Maurice pushed them across the floor to the elevators. I looked at Jerri and she said, "The smaller one is the one I knew about!" Maurice how long has Wayne had the larger of these two. Back at the shack, I discovered that the bonus virtually doubled my income from the holiday. I sat quietly with June, sipping an espresso, still naked, going back over the events of the last few weeks. She gave me some thoughts of what we might do, if I would be good enough to allow Joan the pleasure of my company the next year. As I reflected on these suggestions, my cock stiffened again. Noticing my situation, she told me it was time to reward "the little fella". She tenderly grasped my cock.