He leans back, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted. All is dark, save for the moonlight passing through the thin curtains and illuminating his f...ce. I kneel before him, between his knees, where I feel so comfortable. I am just as naked as he – unless one counts the four earrings in each ear – but I am not graced by the moonlight. My fingers gently stroke and caress and squeeze his rigid hardness, that one aspect of human anatomy belonging to only forty-seven perfect of the world’s. He glared at me furiously. "Get a hold of yourself man, you're as nervous as a kitten. No wonder your regiment ran at Waterloo."He then gave the order 'load'. Samuel placed the sopping wet gunpowder charge into the muzzle, and I swiftly rammed it home, hoping neither Palmer or Huntley had spotted the sodden canvas. Next Samuel took the canister round from Thomas Baldwin and placed that into the muzzle. I rammed it down the barrel with a hefty lunge, hearing it buffer up against the charge.. “Mmmpphh! Mmmph! Mmmmm!” she tried unsuccessfully to say. “Yeah, I thought as much!” I said, thrusting back into her mouth. I shoved my cock deeper, into her throat now making her deep throat me. At first, she didn’t expect it and she coughed and choked a little as I came back out. She was drooling and slobbering, her saliva leaking out of the sides of her mouth, running down her chin and falling onto her tits - it was a very sexy sight and a total turn on for me. It must have been for Chrissie. At last she replied. ‘Perhaps you right, Pretty man. But if you mean to trick me Sheena make you sorry that you were born.’ I sat and watched as the gloriously naked Sheena began filling a homemade rucksack with the skins of small animals, teeth and bones. She also placed in a large supply of large exotic native fruit. From my brief excursions into the local markets I knew that these were Junglesop, an ugly but delicious native species that the locals paid top dollar for. I recalled what I had.