“OK, here I come!” I descend back to the floor hovering over her poised to strike. My manhood is hard and up to the task. I rub it on her slit ge...ting it lubricated. I bounce it off her clitoris to let her know I am there. She yells, “Put it in NOW!!!” I put it slowly in, but only the head and I stop, teasing her. She tries to raise her hips up to help me. I move higher away. I stay like this for a few seconds. She is getting frustrated. She moves her hands around me to push me in. I resist.. Also in the room was a padded stool. Black Leather. Eye catching. The lower level was a pair of kneeling pads that were long enough to support the knee and the whole of the lower leg. They were far enough apart to spread the legs and facilitate access to everything hanging down and from behind. There were also several pairs of ring-eyes, suitably placed to be used for bondage. The upper level was a rectangular pad large enough support the upper body of a person leaving the neck and head. We were both soccer players and that lead to us having really strong and firm legs. Our chests were pretty strong too and we both had visible abdominal muscles poking from our stomach. We both had smooth bodies too, but when we pulled our underwear down that was obviously not totally true. Around our dicks we both had a patch of black hair the same color, but not as straight, as the hair on our heads. What do we do now? I asked. I had my arms folding because some wind was getting through the. "Who were they?" I asked. "Oh, just a tribe of wild women. They go around to bars looking for men to capture and take back deep in the jungle," she explained. "Hmmm...Sounds, um, dangerous." I stammered. "Oh yes, most men are never seen again," she explained. I took another swig of Guinness and looked up at the TV screen. Large breasts were bouncing up and down as the naked girls hit the ball back and forth over the net. I stared at the screen intently, my eyes captivated by the motion of those.