She gave me a coconut cup with a drink that was pink, which was probably an aphrodisiac. Then she helped me to straighten my blouse and skirt on my wa... to the ceremonial area. I entered an illuminated grassy area. In the middle was a large stone block with strange carvings all over it. It looked like an altar of sorts. The clearing was filled mostly with the natives in their tribal red dress. The young men were all lean, extremely muscled and tall. The native girls were very supple, and adorned. “you can’t image how much spunk I’ve spilt dreaming about fucking you” I said “every time you walk past me I get hard imagining fucking you”. I put my hand up her shirt and grabbed her tits and pinched the nipples. “Tell me how you wank thinking about me” she said. I told her how I had had to go for a wank that time in the office after our talk. “I knew it! When I saw that spunk on your trousers” she said. “I was so turned on imagining what you had just done, I had to hurry off for a wank. ” She could hear the door-bell ringing in the front room. Some-one arriving. Poetry-lovers, she hoped. The man had her skirt up around her hips, and she pulled her panties down her self. There was no way out. She kicked the panties off. They landed on a volume titled “rare tropical diseases in full colour”. The sound of shuffling steps came closer. She held her breath. “Cunt” he whispered into her ear, while the owner led the new customer down an aisle not too far away. His warm hand between. When you have your tuition tonight you will be breast smothered if you make a mistake and kissed if you get the right answer. Or would you prefer it the other way round?’ She lifted her breasts from my face so that I could answer. ‘Either…’ I said before her breasts squashed against my face again. ‘That’s settled then,’ I heard faintly as I struggled to breathe. When Chloe eventually released me I had to pant for breath before I could speak. ‘Are you sure this is wise?’ I asked her breasts.