An enclosed area serves as the dinning and relaxation area. Normally it has a fire going in the middle with drinks and refreshments served on a contin...ous base. The boma at Moya-Moya overlooked the Sabie River and it was not uncommon to see elephants, and other wild life come and drink below. All guests were introduced to the management and other key staff upon arrival and familiarised with the “rules” of the lodge. As this was an open lodge, meaning no fences, guests were not to walk alone at. " I thought I was bad at names," I told him.He gestured at the men."You, throw this stupid fool into the RQNRHRMB." The what boss?" The man asked."The bloody hot bath for short." The SB into the BHF? Right Sir!" No that's wrong. It should be throw the SF into the BHB. Oh sod it! Just throw him in the whatsit and let's all go for a beer. Life's too short," said Nasty.I sympathise with him just a little. Competent evil henchmen aren't easy to find. They both swing me and let go. I follow a. Slowly, I move back and withdraw, before pushing forwards again, entering you again and again and yet again, slow and deep. We moan, my lips still nibbling on your neck, my fingers still circling your clit, your hand moving down to join mine in circling your hard nub, both of us enjoying the slow build up.No words are exchanged but the increased activity from our hands signals me to move faster. Plunging into you deeply, the piston like action definitely increasing. Sounds of pleasure coming. I began to love the happy boy, as if he were my own. Hallie enjoyed watching the two of us crawling and playing. Each time they would leave, she would hug me affectionately, kiss my cheek, and say, “Love ya, Don.” One evening, I told her I was going to make a casino trip, to Atlantic City. I explained that I wasn’t getting any younger, and I needed the company of a woman, one who needed the company of a man…even if I had to pay for sex. Hallie kissed my forehead, told me ‘good luck’, and.