I could feel my nuts drawing up and preparing to explode, “Miss Jackson!” I blurted out, “You gonna make me CUM!”It was like my words shot new...energy into Miss Jackson’s body as her big black booty somehow lifted off of the bus seat, her thick, dark, legs wrapped around me and pulled my pale white ass tighter into her crotch. I pressed hard into her with my throbbing dick and unloaded shot after shot of creamy white sperm deep inside her. Her experienced hand had brought her off as well, just. Mala had been a strong warrior and a hater of men in her time. Now she was my slave. Existing only to do my bidding. Worth less than a dog in the eyes of Kazonga tribe lawmakers. Are the gods funny or what? I put a collar around Mala’s neck and showed her to the slave quarters. There were forty other women there. These captive females had been acquired at the marketplace. Highly priced property, folks. Seriously. We the Kazonga don’t imprison our women or our men. Slave labor is done by the. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh she moaned very softly and put her head back and squeezed the cock even more and pulled on it and squeezed. The cock seemed to get a little bigger but still limp and then it flexed and seemed to jump in her hand and she let go and pulled her hand out of her shorts and stared at John wondering if she had woken him up. He did not move and was breathing deeply. Oh god I thought I woke him, dam and now I am really horny. Oh that cock is so nice I just want to mmmmmmmmmm. She. “Well who’s a bit active?” “I don’t think I was prepared for that,” I stated. “But I’m ready for more.” Sam smiled again and swam towards the edge. She pulled herself up and walked back to the lounge. I was left with a raging hard on that I had to get rid of before I went anywhere. While I was waiting for it to calm down I saw Sam pack her gear up and leave, waving to me as she walked into the hotel. I felt a bit cheated and spent the next few minutes wondering where I went wrong. It was the.