I ran away about a year ago with my wife. We are the ones you are hunting. We rescued the torture victims last night and took them to our home where t...ey are safe. Please tell me what is going on. Come closer so that we don't attract a lot of unwanted attention."The man walked closer and said, "I am John Pilot. Many years ago, I was a tracker for the South African government. That was why they had me leading this group of idiots. They couldn't follow a fresh trail across an empty field covered. Yeah, right!We all had a drink, then headed for the bedroom."Just sit back and relax, Junior," David told me. "Let me show you how Miss Vickie likes it when she has a real man to take care of her."I sat in the easy chair at the end of the bed, Vickie and David got out of the rest of their clothes, and David pulled my wife over to the edge of the bed so I had a bird's eye view while he buried his head between her legs. I always heard that black men don't like to eat pussy, but you couldn't prove. I felt my cock rise and touch the cold rim of the porcelain. 'Time to go, I'll be late' I thought as I forced my unruly member back into my pants. During the short tube journey that followed it hung down inside my jeans like a snake ready to pounce. The merest glimpse of a cleavage or a stocking clad thigh made it itch and twitch up. It was an almost painful feeling but horny nonetheless. I couldn't get the image of the stiff cock in stockings out of my mind.I needed to get something for dinner. ’ I could hear footsteps receding from where they stood. I pressed my ear a little harder to hear when I heard someone walking towards the door, not sure who it was I grabbed the first book I saw and pretended to read it. The door swung open, I looked up with a lie sitting on my tongue when I realized it was him. Charlie: There she stood with a startled look that quickly turned into one of a heated gaze. I reach out to hold her, but she slaps my hands away and takes a step back from me. I.