I told him I had gone for some fresh coffee beans.Victor smiled and replied I had brought home more than breakfast; as he looked Tom walking behind me...and slapping my round firm buttocks. I introduced my new black friend to Victor. My husband told Tom to relax; he said he enjoyed watching his wife being pleasured by a black bastard stud such as himself…Then I made a coffee; put a warm cup in front of Victor and then dropped to my knees in front of Tom. My black friend was wearing a pair of. I didn't want the confrontation that just led to a mix of confused and wicked sex, yet I still didn't want it so I moved on to the next door. The wood is warm to touch as I push it open and spices instantly fill my senses. I look around and see that I am in someones home, dark and decadent with luscious velvet drapes leading down their hallways. I wander in the darkness towards the lit room up ahead, and instantly gasp as the hall opens up into a very large and spacious kitchen. But that isn't. Oh yes, this guy is definitely coming on to me. What a cheek! From the fleeting glance I see he has a quite beautiful face, fresh looking olive skin, pouting lips and huge brown eyes. He is delicious, but he knows it too. I’m not going to give in that easily. I carry on reading, my magazine nearly done now and my journey only a few stops from completion. My mystery man is still looking at me, eyes taking in my bare legs and then up over my blouse, three buttons undone, showing quite a lot of. ”“Nungungi dad’s nungungi.”I had clearly lost the argument. I appealed to my hostess.“Not a chance,” she said. “Better give in graciously.”So I did. Underwear, shirts, pants, socks. It was a decent-sized bundle.Lunch was fried chops and bread. In the afternoon I tried to work out where the aborigine camp was. It was near the Oonagie Sandhill about 200 kilometres from the Station. I could see it taking three days to get there on foot. The Outback guide said just over nine hours by motor bike.The.