"Now, back off a little -- you're too close. Hold his cock down level -- don't try to go too far, because it doesn't go down, really -- that's it. Now... drop your head and stretch your neck..."Sally did as she was told, her position adjusted by Beth's touch. When she thought about it, the position made more sense than the one she had used thus far to pleasure Lon -- even though that other position had been effective. "Like this?" she asked, her lips almost in contact with Lon's glans."Yeah,. If manhood and power created the pecking order in this village, I could see right away why this warrior stood head and shoulders above the rest of his fellow tribesmen, as his erection stood, black, long, and thick from his groin, at least ten inches long and as thick as a woman's wrist. All of the women as if in a trance, began masturbating wantonly as the chief danced in a very provocatively way around me and the fire.The chanting warriors now pounded the butt ends of their spears on the. I couldn’t believe it, but they were doing that for over a half-hour.”“And all the while,” John said, “the Gypsy was dancing and swaying to her music.”“The scarves would slip and slide around while she danced,” Juan said. “The harem pants didn’t really hide anything, but she ditched them and wound some of the scarves a little lower on her body. All of the scarves were moving around as if they had a life of their own. If you stared at her, you could see just about everything, a piece at a. She slowed her speed, sliding down on me, lowered her head to my chest and almost purred. I could only lie there, tied to the bed. I couldn't hold her, caress her, touch her...I could only smell her perfume of sweet honey.I remember waking feeling her on top of me. My arms were in some incredible pain. Her head moved and she came up and kissed me. Her kiss was so physical, I loved it. I loved her playing with my tongue, biting my lips. She reached up and untied my right arm, then my left arm,.