I could view my bride for exactly five minutes by a stop watch and no more. I had to go now, so I dressed and followed them to their jeep. I got in th... back on the floor as I was instructed to do. There was a thick quilt for me to lie on and I was blindfolded with my hands strapped together. We drove down bumpy roads for about an hour and a half before stopping. All I had been thinking about all week was my naked bride letting herself be fucked by who knows! We had arrived at our destination.. Tom clasped his hands over her ass cheeks in response to her hungry kiss and pulled her tightly into him. He sucked on her tongue and bit her bottom lip lightly in response to her kiss. ‘The bedroom is behind you. Start moving that way or you get laid right here on the carpet.’ He whispered. Ashleigh responded by taking a few steps backward but not losing contact with his mouth. He guided her around the corner and down the hall into the bedroom, kissing her all the time. As they moved they each. ‘I have to have my bras custom made. There are times I’d like to have reduction surgery, they’re so heavy, and Harry never touches them any more. National Health hasn’t seen the need, and we’ve got no money for it’ She undid the front clasp, and her melons fell free. My snake danced again, and Sheila stroked harder. The breasts would have been proportionate on a nine foot tall woman, Mavis was a little over five feet. She cradled her gargantuan tits, and I was astounded by the size of her. As I was an independent and had my company’s reputation to protect I felt confident that I could handle the situation both competently and professionally without blemish on my spotless fifteen year reputation. The day soon arrived to meet their flight at Lusaka airport, Zambia. Luxury motorhomes a la America are not that freely available in Africa let alone central Africa but after extensive inquiries in Johannesburg, S.A. I was fortunate enough to locate a brand new one which was being dropped.