Her long waist length hair was not quite long enough to hide the fact that Torke Rembu, the Marketing Director, had a firm grip on her bottom. With ha...ds actively probing their soft roundness.Viscount Lennox was on his uppers. Reduced to working for a living. He had come to Africa, so that his aristocratic friends could not mock his penury. Gambling had been his downfall, that and unpaid Death Duties on the Longleaf Estate. That he had lost the estate to a card shark bastard of an Arab Sheik. Our car wouldn’t be on any CCTV cams at that time of night, and any roving patrols they had wouldn’t have seen us driving around, either. Other than the cash, all we took was the duct tape, which had my fingerprints on it.When we got back to the room and counted it, there was $12,240.00 there. Come to think of it, I suppose I just confessed to something a bank in Arkansas will for sure remember. That’s probably the least of my criminal problems, though. I’ll be happy to pay them back, assuming. She pumped me gently with her index and thumb."It's freaking cold," I said. She rubbed my legs with her hands.She released my cock for a second and took a breath. "Sorry for forcing you down here. But I really need this." She resumed slurping and licking. "God damn that Sarah."I patted her head and closed my eyes. I rocked gently back and forth. And then her phone rang."Fuck!" Her mouth released. "This better be an emergency."She grabbed her purse and answered the phone. My dick hung in the. Shall we continue?’ I nod my head meekly ‘yes’, for I know, should I be resistant, it would be futile. This is what I have always wanted, and my lover, my protector, and My Commander is the conductor of this sexual symphony we have long dreamt of being orchestrated. The Commander then loving touches my cheek, rises, and nods to an older man, whom then walks over to the black women and instructs them to prep me. The women, who are dressed in native African garb, nod and walk towards me. They.