The land itself around her was barren and withered, with dust and cracked clay everywhere. Almost nothing was around in the immediate vicinity, but so...ething was visible in the murk.It was a figure of some sort that was ambling towards her, almost like it was annoyed rather than alarmed. It was cloaked in black and of a size that was almost like her own, but slightly smaller. The being approached and barked in some dialect she didn’t understand, the harsh and guttural language foreign to Korsa.. I took several pictures with Jenny standing near the carving for scale. We walked close to the carvings, and I noticed that there was a doorway. I couldn't resist and went through the opening. I moved my flashlight around to shine on the walls. They were covered by something that looked like writing. I called for Jenny to join me, and she was just as impressed as I was.We spent several hours photographing every inch of the carvings. We photographed each segment from several angles to make sure. Leaning back further I looked Julie in the eye and she bent over and kissed my mouth, her tongue easing its way to meet mine. Julie was so tender and smooth, not only her touch but her being as well. I savoured this attention and moved my head back further so that I was lying down, my dick standing tall, in readiness for the attention it deserved. Julie needed no further invitation. She straddled my head and slowly lowered herself onto my face. Her shaven fanny was soaked and seemed to devour. I spread my legs without question. "Anyone gotten to you yet, bitch?" He asked with a growl in his voice. I didn't turn around or look at him. "No, sir. You're the first." What do you want to submit to me?" He asked as he began to slid into my body slowly.I gripped the wall and inhaled. "No one touches me without your approval." I bit my bottom lip in pleasure. This felt amazing. "I only fuck black men - never anyone else. Lastly, I want to be sold....a lot. It's why I'm here."He pushed into me.