Mark Whistler – the fourth guard - was one, he had travelled with cattle and people and saw little difference. He found that now he craved silence. ...t Beka Valley he would take his meagre earnings and wander off, to be found four years later by wandering hunters, a wizened and emaciated creature unable to stand. They were not charity workers. They left him to his last few weeks of life. He died with a resigned whimper, not a bang.That night the air was cool and the sky clear. People stayed up. My tongue traveled up and down her womanhood over and over again paying very special attention to this woman's clitoris and vaginal areas. I would lick and lick round and round, up and down over and over. I felt her separate her thighs even further placing her legs over my shoulders having my tongue and mouth squarely against her extremely moist womanhood at this point. I continued to lick feverishly against her clitoris and vaginal lips as I continued to feel her hips undulate and buck in. "Your first act of worship to black women will be to lick my arse; you shall know your place immediately." He needed no further prompting. The scent of this ebony goddess was heavenly as he nuzzled between her soft moist cheeks, his tongue seeking the reward of her puckered brown anus. He eyed her sweet sex below, the brown lips swollen and ready for satisfaction. He relished being allowed to lick her there too, but would wait the command of the dominant African. The effect of whatever it was. ”“Do you know what he wants to talk about, Vert?”“Nope, no idea, but I have noticed that he has been much quieter than he normally is around everyone, so maybe he has a personal problem.”After Fourth Meal, Vert goes to Thelt’s office and asks, “Sir, may I inquire into why you wanted to speak with me privately?”“I’m not sure of the best way to say this, Vert. You and Relpt are well-known users of the Rumor Conduit.“Ship Commander Shimlt had me report to her briefing room. She informed me of all.