He was actually a little grossed out by the idea; in no small part because essentially he’d be licking his own jism, which would’ve still been ins...de Marcy. He worried that the taste of her cunt might make him gag.“Come on,” Marcy said, in a once again sweet voice, as she wiggled her hips teasingly. “I won’t bite,” she joked.Paul poked his tongue out. Half way, and then with a bit of resolve, all the way. He made a timid, brisk lick that barely skimmed her inner lips. Marcy didn’t even seem to. But even if I didn’t say it I thought it. I knew you were The Avenging Angel when you destroyed the brothel where I’d been held captive and when Magda’s abuser met with the fatal accident. But this isn’t to the purpose. The money...” I explained my reasoning; in the end, it wasn’t rocket science. Sex trafficking was lucrative; very lucrative. To conduct it internationally, and discreetly enough to avoid prosecution, required heavy investment, but there were handsome returns for the investors.. Since there was nothing to do there (no TV computer newspaper magazine). The only thing we had was nature and its beauty to admire and admire each other (the best 4 days of my life). The resort people would send us b’fast lunch and dinner and snacks thrice a day. No habitation nearby. It was a natural bliss.Occasionally we could see some local tribal on the beach. The first thing we did was a stroll down the beach. Obviously in beach dress (bikinis and ultra small bikini tops and shorts). By. Slowly, sensually, never painfully even with 11 inches of thick dick inside me. I can never touch my own dick until he tells me to...I know that now. He pulls my hair when he fucks me from behind and I beg him to pull harder. He spanks me - hard but not hard enough to hurt me. He grabs my ass with both of his big strong hands and we get into a rhythm. I follow his lead. He pushes my head down and fucks me faster. He calls me his white pussy boy and makes me tell him how good his dick feels.