Each had a veritable feast, plenty of the local hooch, distilled from the cane sugar and a large open pit fire.They made music. Mostly with a West Afr...can basis, but some Caribbean influences made subtle differences to the cadence and rhythms. They danced frenetically and then, when exhausted by the effects of rum and dance, they made love with a wild abandon, knowing that their hangovers would pass during the next day of rest, but the fruits of their couplings might just mean new children,. The tears burning her cheeks her blue mascara ran down inside her tears. The big man couldn’t have cared less. Laughing he yanked on the panties. The delicate nylon panties were no match for the force placed against them. Kristen heard a whisper of sound as the material began to tear. The sound changed, the ripping sounded harsh, angry it split the air, pushed fear deep inside the woman. Humiliation welled as the panties were scratched from her, exposing her most private part for the world to. In one day. Can you believe it? And hard as a rock every time.” Betty continued, unaware that Joanne’s mind was wandering. “.....uh, No! no I can’t.” Joanne sputtered as she regained her thoughts. “Five times in one day! And he lasted at least twenty minutes every time. Hell, the last time I thought i was going to have to make him stop. He fucked me for a solid hour!” Betty finished that last with a note of exasperation in her voice. It was meant to hide the relish she took in her conquest of. He was so much stronger than he looked. He spanked me quick and hard. I closed my eyes tightly as I voiced my displeasure. “Ouch!” I yelped after his hand struck my ass, causing an immediate sting. He ignored me and continued on. I turned around and caught a glimpse of his face. He looked so stern and serious. I was being punished, and getting aroused at the same time. I felt my behind getting warmer as he showed no sign of slowing down or stopping. I started to kick my legs, but that only.