A few weeks had gone by and a guy I was chatting to on a site, asked if he could come over, stay for a night and if I could make it special. He was fr...m Pretoria. So I though it was time for the honeymoon suite. The boys went out for the weekend and I was the only person on the top floor. There were guests down below that didn’t need me, so I was free for the weekend. When Hein got there, I showed him around and he was amazed by the place. We went to the Waterfront for drinks and dinner. He. Her delicate navel quivers beneathmy coarse and hairy one, her outlined hips struggle to escape from the drivingV that leads down between my legs, her soft flesh recoils from my hirsute strengthand carapace-like abdominal muscles. Her womb screams as its defenses cometo nothing. My cock begins to stiffen from wood to rock, and I feel my hips pick up speedas I near my first orgasm with my first slave. Hours of denial and suspenselend strength to my hips, and I begin to slam in and out of her, to. I smiled, and she smiled back, but shyly. I asked if she was OK, and she shook her head "No." A quick conversation indicated she was alone - had been dropped off at the rest stop by a motorist - and was not sure what to do. "It seems no one here wants to help!" I asked what kind of help she needed, and she said "A ride!" It turns out she was heading in my direction, but past where I lived. I agreed to get her as far as my city, and we'd devise a plan from there. She got tears in her eyes, and. “Would that be very wrong?” she asked nervously. I felt a slight pang of heartache but an overwhelming feeling of excitement. “No,” I replied. “Not wrong, but very naughty.” She gasped and took my cock deep again. I could feel her shaking with excitement. This felt so good, I was harder than I had been for ages. “Maybe I should ask Paul to fuck you, like he fucked Jill.” I was regretting the words even as I said them. She paused, my cock still deep inside her mouth. It was only a few seconds.