"They want to believe we were savages, cannibals and such like. It never happened, but it makes good stories for the tourists." So how does one get na...ed after a village?" I asked."My mother died when I was little. I barely remember her. From then on, I was raised by my aunties and uncles. It would be called foster care here. I was shuttled between, and raised by, three different families. Nobody would actually admit it, but I figured out that my father came from one of those families, but. It was unlike any pleasure he had everexperienced. It was deep a very deep pleasure emulating from deep insidethe body not from the end of his cock as he had always experienced. Itwas a totally different experience. Instead of straining like a man andforcing it, rubbing his cock against something soft it was a relaxed letit build type of pleasure. She only need to lay there and relax andTyrone did all the work. It was slow but steady in coming. There was noway to rush it or do anything but let. I too was confused as I was thinking of the consequences I would have to face to report the matter.Again I asked her who raped her, in between sobs she just managed to say, she pushed the guy and when she yelled and cried loudly he just went off.Seeing that she is confused I asked her to relax and I will get her some water, being peak summer time I myself was sweating from the afternoon heat outside and now with this situation, I came back to my room getting off my sweating clothes.I changed to. “Ahh!” he cried, the pleasure so intense. “Oh, god!” The climax was strong and together they moaned and groaned and grunted before calming down.Frank remained lodged in her anus while he looked down at her and smiled. She grinned and her anus slowly pushed his spent cock out into the air. A glop of semen came out with it. He reached over and grabbed a tissue and pushed it against her ass. “Hold it,” he instructed, and she did so.He walked around the side of the desk and squatted near her.