“Scribe?” he asked. She smirked and pulled a foil packet out of the pocket of her jeans. “I found this on our last raid, it hasn’t expired ye....” Stargazer’s jaw dropped. “You have one of the last condoms on the planet and you want to..” “Shh…clothes off,” Scribe began tugging at the waist of Stargazer’s pants. He stopped her. “You’re sure? What if it doesn’t work? This is your life we’re talking about-” she popped the button on his jeans her fingers carefully lowering the fly. She gasped as. I could see from my vantage point, one drop start at his earlobe, river down his chest, and guided by his chest hair, stop at his right nipple. It hung there briefly, not wanting to fall, clinging like a kiss, before finally letting go and falling to the tile floor with a silent splat. I couldn’t take my eyes off him! It was early morning, the sun peaked through the slivered opening in sheer curtains. He was silhouetted against the soft crimson wall, looking for all the world like an older. ' Just 'slave.' That means so much MORE than sex. That means ... everything! And it took just about all the willpower I had to keep from just moaning and crumpling up into a little ball on the floor, just THINKING about it!"But then, it was time to go out for dinner, and so Rhonda hid the magazines again and we all went downstairs. But I told them that I'd forgotten my money and that I'd meet them at the restaurant, and I ran back up and looked at the magazine again, because Rhonda hadn't read. Swiftly, I struck home this time in her rear door to show her how kinky white men can be when presented with such a desirable a target. She looked at me over her shoulder and reached back to spread her cheeks open for my penetration of her heated crack and before very long we were hooked together in anal combat as I punished her flanks in silent gyrations that brought us both to a heavy sweat under the skins. I could feel her vibrate under my ministrations and in all honesty I had never felt.