There, where the Juruá empties into the Amazon, was a tiny little village of Tamaniquá, the last settlement and the last people they would see for a...long time.These people were completely astonished by the white visitors, no one had ever seen a white man before! They whispered and gawked at these strange people and one of the women went up to cautiously touch Dr. Anderson on the cheek to see what they felt like.The villagers thought these white people might be ghosts! The village people were. We both knew it. One of my hands moved down to play with her clit. The other played with a nipple. ‘Oh god. You’re driving me crazy,’ she said. ‘Am I?’ I shoved two fingers in her. ‘You know you are. Stop teasing me and fuck me.’ ‘I’m sorry. What?’ I stopped moving my hand in her pussy. ‘Stop teasing me and fuck me!’ she said, this time she pulled my ass to her, trying to accent her order. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. ‘Again. What?’ I asked in a forceful tone. She got the hint.. I have pretty feet with painted toenails and ankle chains and that combined with the way my braless tits were jiggling under my blouse and way my long hard nipples were poking out to say hello almost guaranteed lots of attention.I strolled along, pausing to window shop but nicely conscious that my legs and bare feet were being looked at as I did so. I felt the devilment building up in me again so reached into my bag and palmed the controller for my vibrator. I walked on but my senses were now. The corridor that leads to the stores was the destination and they disappeared into the slightly gloomy passage way. Glancing around the corner I noticed that again a couple of large trollies loaded with boxes were placed toward the end of the corridor. He guided her straight to the small gap and they both glanced around before entering an embrace and starting to passionately kiss. A few more trollies halfway down the passage provided my cover to watchThe horny tension Gemma had created meant.