" the quiver of Kelley's lips interfered with my thought process. Hoping to stop her from crying, I put my arm around her and pulled her to me. I beca...e aware of three things; her body was shaking, her breasts were boring into my chest and her closeness was having an affect on my cock. I stoked the small of her back, down to the crack of her ass and back up to her shoulder blades. Her body felt warm and familiar. But, when she tried to press her lips to mine, I released her, letting her fall. But it was also good for my African male ego, especially! It was naturally very exciting to know that I was being sought out, deliberately, in order that MY sperm would get a white man's wife pregnant. For such a relatively simple act, this Spanish couple was flying all the way from there to Kenya to see ME, and for what I had that the husband, apparently, according to him, was unable to provide his wife: fertile sperm.Also, as an African, I was well aware of Europe's long history of colonial. The tears streamed down my face and the belt kept blistering my upper legs and cheeks. Finally I heard him yell, Forty Five with one to grow on! Then he walked in from of my trembling, sniffling self and smiled before thanking me for taking his birthday "whoopin'" for him. I could barely breathe for all the snot my crying had produced and my mouth mostly sealed shut and fortunately he noticed and showed me the first sign of compassion by removing the gag. I dared not scream out because I was. Looking back, he must’ve thought I was psycho. I mean, he was probably aching for the second he could go home, and here some crazy volunteer was giving him a passionate stare. Once he took the glass, I felt let down. There was nothing left for me to do. It was time for me to leave. I looked around the room and saw a little tray of food on his bedside table. I pretended to accidentally knock it over. ‘Whoops,’ I said, ‘I better take care of this mess.’ Granted, I couldn’t really do anything.