She started holding my hand tightly. A few minutes later, she typed I between pen and sensex and said “penis, 5 points”. I was stunned. I was sitt...ng there looking at the computer, mouth wide open. Slowly, I turned towards her. She was smiling. I don’t know what happened but in the next instant, she was on my lap. She was breathing heavily. She said I wanted to kiss you. My eyes broadened. Before I could say anything she leaned over me and her lips were on mine. My eyes weren’t closed at first. The boyfriend of one of the young girls a man easily into his forties, fat, ugly but apparently with money to burn, and my boss. Somehow I knew who would win and was not surprised when my boss finally bought me for ?150. I was however slightly surprised when my master offered me to the loser for his last bid of ?140 two weeks later. So it was I became nothing more than worthless fuck meat to be passed around. A cum guzzling sperm dump whore. Finally everyone left leaving me alone with my master. .it was soaking ..I said yea I want you to go ahead and do it ,But does he know that he is going to fuck you , not yet he doesn't said Kim .How are you going to do this I asked he wont touch you if I am in the house .Leave that to me she said, you just pretend to fall asleep on the big sofa and leave the rest to me and when we go upstairs follow us up a few minutes latter and be quiet ....OK i said we got a plan . I took the drinks into the living room and gave one to Jules and stretched out. She’d not been born in the village. She hadn’t even been born to the Mammoth Hunters’ tribe. She came from a distant Southern land. These were lands where not only the language was different, which was to be expected, but where a person’s skin and hair was of a different colour. Because the shaman’s skin was brown, like clay or river mud, she was known as the Dark Shaman. There was no one else in Ivory’s experience who had such dark skin. It was a pigment utterly alien to a tribe of.