It tasted earthy and made me gag. He laughed. He only fucked my throat for a few seconds before pulling out and moving back. He smacked me hard across...the tits and I yelled out. He slapped my face. I yelled again. "Stand up." He demanded. I staggered to my feet and he pushed me against the wall. He picked up a belt from the chest of drawers to his side and smacked me across the thighs with it. The pain was so acute I screamed. "Bend over the bed so I can spank you with this." He said. I was in. They have been out chasing elephant poachers for several days. You are a beautiful woman. It is hot in this country, and I feel you would be much more comfortable if you were dressed more like the native women here. Please remove your clothes. I am sure you will be much more comfortable.' He said with mock concern and a heavy threat to the tone of his voice."You can go fuck yourself colonel. I will do nothing of the sort!" with that she threw the pitcher of ice water she had towards him. It. In bed one night, Danny confided that she got extremely turned on whenever a guy, any guy, would stare at her. “You don’t find it unsettling or rude?” I asked. “No. In fact, I’d love to just once fuck the crap out of a total stranger.” Danny’s revelation came as a small surprise to me. This prompted a long discussion about sexual fantasies. “You know," Danny said after a bit, “we should try and see who can make the other’s fantasy come true first.” It was a daunting challenge, but one I was. The very thought of bondage registered in my brain when I played with my friends and they hold me and tickle my body(I was very ticklish), this created some sort of familiarization with the thought of being tied up. When I got older, my friends and I would do some dares and bet on who will win; these dares included surviving in mild bondage without crying or asking for help. Children as we were the ropes would be tied very loosely and I would get sad almost every time because I escaped their.