Quanta followed me out. We climbed back into the golf cart and headed back to the house."Jon, I think you just gave them a lot to think about all at o...ce. According to what I found out, they have been the slave labor on this island for several generations. There is something else you need to know, Jon. The overseer tried to shoot me, and one of my body guards killed him. We dumped the weighted body out in the ocean a few miles offshore. I am sorry this had to happen, but he refused to listen to. Does it hurt? It’s some kind of a design. Perhaps it’s a symbol,” he said. Sherri turned through the pages of the tribal art magazine she was holding until she came to a symbol identical to the one on her butt. She read it carefully and compared the image with her tattoo. She read it again. 'The symbol is Kordafan and means that the woman is a temple whore and the possession of the high priest,' she read. “May I read it,” Stew asked meekly. “Sure, go ahead,” Sherri said, pushing the book to. It feels for the first time almost entirely natural to suck cock, but her body is also as feminine as it can be. I suck and lick up and down the shaft and onto her balls too. She pulls her legs up, spreading her buttocks and her asshole invite my tongue inside. A really sexy porn butthole.After a lot of black kisses I climb up to her face and her mouth. She grabs my cock, giving me a long tongue kiss and climbs down and gives me the greatest blowjob without rubber that you could ever. Once she got her ass onto the side of the seat, she sort of slid into position with a squeak. "Oh, my gosh," she laughed, "This feels so weird. It's like I'm falling!"Outside, the world was lit with neon and the constant moving lights of rush hour traffic as we made our way to her destination. Heather sat muffled up in her seat as I kept my eyes on the road. The sky was a deep purplish black as night rolled in and the soft hum of the engine was the only sound to hear."Radio?" I asked her,.