It was just stars. The place I was hiding in must be clearly visible from the higher floors of my building in daylight. I just hoped that i had been c...rrect in assuming that the darkness, the even darker shadows in the corner, and the column would keep me hidden.I turned my attention back to the balcony. Yes, I could now see the man's head and shoulders. I also noticed that Anagha's dress had come off completely, and the tempo of the fucking had gone up. All Anagha seemed to have on was a bra,. There wasn't much swell to surf but it was a beautiful day and it was nice just sitting out the back and getting some sun. It might have been about an hour before I saw the New Slave Boy walking down the beach. He had stripped down to a pair of AussieBum speedos and behind him I could see two guys following him about one hundred meters behind. The New Slave Boy is nineteen years old, skinny, clean cut with a couple of discrete tattoos that weren't not hidden by his speedo and kinky as hell. . They shone with all the beauty and warmth I had ever felt for her. Her lips moved silently as she mouthed the words, “I love you.” My breath caught in my throat as the chains of my indecision fell away, clearing my path, my vision, my will. In a second my mouth was open and I was leaning forward, sucking his fat tool for all I was worth. And fuck if it wasn’t wonderful! The glorious flavor was a feast for my taste buds, the feel of my mouth, filled with flesh, throbbing, sexy flesh…it. She feared that. He helped her up onto his horse, him behind her. He held her tightly in front of him on his horse. Her buttocks stung as they continued their ride to where, she did not know. Her small frame was no match for his chiseled muscles. She relented to behaving but kept her eyes open to drink in every bit of the forest, every landmark she could memorize. She would not give in to this plight. The others who had been captured might, but she would never give up hope. The first.