She had a natural sense of rhythm and, once she got past the self-consciousstage, moved well. When I told her enough after 3 numbers she scooted off s...quickly with her clothes under her arms I did not have time to thank her. The next night, she blushed a pretty shade of pink as shetook her shirt and bra off and then her shorts and danced in her lacy knickers.After 3 tunes I let her sit down again, but not put on her clothes. I calledfor fresh drinks, so she had to sit still while my men served. Ms. Okiwe then raised a long, rather nasty looking stick. She proceeded to give Mum a precisely applied, cold and judicial caning on her bare bottom. Six vicious strokes were cruelly given to Mum. God, you could hear the swooshing of the long rod as it cut through the air and sliced in to her bum. I was shuddering at Mum's cries of pain and protest! Between strokes, Kabul and Okiwe were talking about the taste of Mum's "Brown gold", as they took turns to lick at the soiled cotton swab! The. I was surprised. It didn’t taste bad. In fact it had very little taste. I thought well now, I am a real gay for sure. But they weren’tyet done with me.I couldn’t hold back any longer, arched my hips up and gave Joe a mouthful. He sucked on me for another few minutes, till I shrank back down. Joe said: “We should let him rest now, he has a lot more work to do.”So they had me sit back down on the floor facing them. I had no idea where we were. We had been driving for what seemed like an hour. Joe. Mu hata pureili Bou ra saree tale.Bou lajja re mote theli pakau thae.Mu hata mari deli sethi.Ta jangha sandhi jaga bhari mansala.Jungle pari bala varti sethi.Mu Bou ra bia ku khub saunli anguli pureili fata bhitare.Bou kandunu mandunu hei padu thila saram re.Mu mo trouser kholi deli.Chakhand lamba ra mastabad mota ghoda banda mora pura asambhala hei thengei ki thae.Bahut tike kasta kari Bou ra dui jangha mela kari dhari hamudi padili.Bia uparu bala sabu adei banda chhodi ku nei madi deli fata.