Ann sat back in the chair and wiped the juice off her face.At that moment, a young girl walked past the office and headed towards the elevator. Becky ...an to the door and called to the girl."Terry! Could you come here, please? I'd like to talk to you for a minute."The girl entered the office and stood in front of Ann and Becky. Ann admired the long, blonde hair and nice body of the young girl, who could not have been out of her teens yet. She had small, sensual lips and firm tits."What do you. "It's big tribal bonfire. There will be a lot ofchanting, dancing, drum beating and drinking." What is the gold talk all about?" she asked."That, my girl, is something that you will mention to absolutely noone. Any hint of gold in the tribe's streams will bring armedprospectors and a good deal of violence could occur," said Daveseriously. "You are an honorary tribal member and keeping thetribe's secrets is expected of you. Anyway, they haven't found themother load yet and may never."Patty. We're horny, we're fucking and we have a couple of young italian men walking into our bedroom...We both slowed down as the boys walked in, Jane put her finger over her lips and said "shhhh" to them them pointed them to the two arm chairs that were by the bed, they quietly sat down without diverting their hungry gaze off my wife's penetrated pussy. As they took out their rather big cocks I swear I could smell them, I could feel Jane approaching an orgasm and her pulsating pussy brought me over. He lounged across his small throne like a cat, eyeing mewith only one eye and a vicious smile that I couldn't read. But then,maybe that was just the way he always looked.The gallery above us was packed with more scabbed-winged angels, thoughnone seemed as repulsive as Syphylis, even collectively. Most were busytaking copious notes and checking the work of their compatriots. Farback in the stands, several other figures of varying stature looked onwith bored disinterest. On my right, the gallery.