We have a woman with us. Come on, we will take you to her, and she will help you get freshened up.” He said, still holding his hand out to her. Rich...returned to the room after finding something to wrap his arm. He walked over to John and looked at what he is talking to. “So that is what bit me?” “Shut up man; she is scared.” The scared girl continued to stare at the two men. John was a big African-American, he was shirtless, with only a pair of ragged pants and boots. Rich was a white guy much. I had dressed for Nassau's arrival in some of my best clothes, but they weren't one I wanted destroyed. There was nothing in the wardrobe I felt like wearing, but it was easy to summon something new out of nothingness. I dressed my lithe pale frame in a sarong of light blue silk, edged with gold and green autumn leaves and a short transparent shirt of the same material. I plaited my hair, and short thick weight of it lying along my neck, and slipped back into the room, my cock already. No, no, no…I don’t want to cum too fast. I’d rather tease/torture myself a bit longer. I want to hold out as long as possible. Which won’t be much longer either way. My balls are drawn tight; it is no longer a saggy ball sack. That would be the first clue to any female that I was with…my orgasm is approaching and there isn’t a lot of time. I imagine you sitting there, fingers buried deep in your pussy, begging me to cum for you. My cock throbs with the thought of it. “Cum for me baby” you. At ten Brian is almost as big as his barely five foot mother. He is able to gently roll her over to the other side of the bed so he could pull the bedcovers over her sleeping body.At first he is just going to cover her up. Brian realizes that she would be uncomfortable in her regular clothes. Brian decides to take off her skirt and blouse. His first thoughts are actually to her comfort, not to his curiosity about her sexuality.His heart is pure and he is just trying to make his mother.