“Paul, lie back on this pillow and relax. Listen to the music and close your eyes.”I did as my lover asked. Soon I felt hands removing my t-shirt ...nd I felt the warmth of two soft bodies, one on each side of me. Hands touched my skin. One hand was on my face, another on my chest. The one on my face began to pull and play gently with my moustache. It stroked my facial hair and traced slow circles on my forehead.The other hand made curls with my chest hair and worked its’ way down to my stomach. I could see your nipples poking out against the material of your blouse. I knew you were turned on by the way they stuck out. A large semi passed us, and I could see the driver look down on us."Open the top buttons of your blouse and flash the driver." Please don't make me." Do it now." Let him see your tits."You slowly unbuttoned your blouse, and pulled open. Looking up at the driver, you smiled at him. Then, something I hadn't expected, you lifted a breast out of your blouse and licked the. I spit again rubbing more into myself as i hear his zipper move. Him spitting on his hand and sounds of stroking as he readys."I bet you would like to see what your about to get don't you." The look in my boyfrieds eyes telling me all i need to know. Feeling him press the warm hard silky head to my sex rubbing up and down picking up some of the spit i placed on myself. Feeling him pressing my hole starting to open, my eyes growing wider as i start to feel his thickness of his big black head. The leader changed all this upon taking control several years ago... and vowed to make all these women his personal sex slaves.Many of the sophisticated ladies, proud and recalcitrant in their manner, had refused to accept this...and risked punishment, flinging their insults at their captors, enduring abuse at the hands of the leader's helpers, those in charge of the state harem. This, however accomplished nothing...and some of the most beautiful and proudest specimens of feminine creation.