I removed my leather jacket and somehow managed to change into Tariq bhaiya’s T-shirt ad Bermuda. Tariq bhaiya is on a little fatter side. His Bermu...a fitted me ok due to the elastic, but his T-shirt as very loose for me. But at that time I just wanted to doze off which I did as soon as I rested my back on the bed covering myself with a warm blanket.Late in the night, I felt my blanket been pulled and my loose t-shirt been lifted till my neck. I knew it would be Manish bhaiya as he started. She was like a rag doll as she flopped around unable to support herself as she came and came. Her breathing was ragged, her cunt raw and on fire as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her. Her stomach cramped and she tried to double up as another wave hit her. Her juices were flowing everywhere. Stewart’s cock and balls were drenched with her come and it ran down both of her thighs. He grasped her by the waist savagely pulling her back onto his stiff prong over and over and over. . "Fifty kilometres", she gasped. "Fuck I could never do that"."Neither did I", he replied. "I have been riding with the group for nearly two years now and when I first started I could only manage a short ride so if you keep at it you will find that the kilometres are just eaten away". There was a brief silence till he asked. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?" She was silent for several seconds. "I really have none. I live by myself that is why I said riding by one's self is not a. They gleefully counted the gold, diamonds and other trinkets they had bribed out of some of the unsuspecting tribes..in exchange for the powerful narcotic they were peddling. The traffickers were a band of roughnecks..hired by a wealthy kingpin who lived in a palatial mansion in Cape Town..built on the profits from his nefarious trade. His reach was long. He had government officials, judges, the police and many others tucked safely in his pockets and thriving off luxuries they could only.