From somewhere another slave appeared to wash her body of fluids. Her mouth was rinsed all her openings cleaned. As the slaved bent to wipe her cheeks...she whispered to her how she wanted to be like her but would never have the courage. When she finished she was chained to the far wall; slave could hear her being dragged away. Someone grabbed slaves hair pulling her head back, arching her neck, forcing her mouth up and open. The huge black man relived himself in her mouth. Telling everyone in. It ended up with all of them staying on the island, but they overthrew the mean queen. It was silly. But Becky sat through it, so I didn't get up and leave like I wanted to. I started thinking of you about half way through and just got wetter each time one of the guys came. I even forgot I was holding Becky's hand. I was holding it mostly for warmth, I guess.When the second movie was over, neither of us said anything, but we got up and left as if by agreement that that was enough. When we got. But they were not well omened dreams. I tossed and turned and woke in a sweat despite the chill, remembering nothing but a feeling of running through thick sludge towards a destination that retreated every farther from my grasp – never far enough for me to give up hope, never close enough to actually allow me to reach it. I was plagued by those dreams – those nightmares – for the next week until, at last, we arrived at Tarant on the 16th of March.Tarant during the winter was always the best. His big cock was also in agreement with him and was jumping with joy in his pants. He quickly sauntered to the beach to welcome him, like he had landed on Howard’s property and he had actually done that. He extended his hand to pull him out of the water saying that he gets a very rare chance to welcome the visitors here on his beachfront property. Promptly, the young man apologized explaining that he was not trespassing but got washed out to here by the tides.Howard told him that he need not.