In this position her buttocks stood out. Once again I yanked up the skirt and rolled down the panties. I stood behind her and passed my hand over her ...ront, touching her pubic hair and the vagina in the process. When I shoved my right hand between her legs from behind she let out a soft moan.I spanked her hard on the buttocks leaving the impression of my five fingers on the pink background. She uttered a slight cry of pain. I continued to caress her or so to say search her.On being asked why. She was alone withthe sound of her own breathing and heart beating to keep her company.After many minutes passed Shanika heard a knock on the outer door. Afew seconds later she heard muffled voices, a man and a woman.Helen's husband must be here, she thought. The voices continued,broken occasionally by laughter. After a few minutes she heard a loudpop, followed by more laughter. They must have opened the champagne,thought Shanika. More time went by, the naked slave girl simplywaited to be. His expert fingers in my cunt and on my breasts only inflamed me further causing my grip on his cock to tighten and the strokes to grow with need. I wanted him in the same state I was… lingering on the precipice and about to fall. I felt his hips begin to thrust against my stroking hand, his own moving in the same rhythm, forcing me further toward the peak. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, the need and urgency too much. His mouth suckled the tender flesh of my neck; fingers pinched and. I found the guide. Her name tag said Carol. I asked, “Carol, may I join your group?”“Welcome. The couple I am guiding are history buffs from Virginia. Unlike many others, they are interested in more than just pirates. I plan to finish this tour at closing time.”I had been to the history museum when I was one of the noisy kids. This time I learned a lot. Our guide covered the slave ship that broke up off the island in a hurricane. The surviving slaves were made free and offered agriculture jobs.