She continued stroking her fingers into and out of my cunt, and I moved my hips with her strokes as I felt myself approaching a massive orgasm. Her kn...ckles were hitting my g-spot perfectly, and in no time, an electrifying climax racked my entire body. She kept her fingers inside me, but slowed down her strokes, as my orgasm washed over me.As I lay there, moaning softly and waiting for my legs to stop trembling, I was a bit surprised… but not unpleasantly so…. when I felt her lean over and. The guy walked into the stall and I followed, he lowered the seat and sat on it. I almost forgot. I went into my purse and pulled out a letter. HE had mailed it to me a week previous, and it was to be given to my blow job choice. The guy opened the letter and read. He put the letter into his pocket and unzipped his pants and leaned back. I had no choice but to kneel on the washroom floor, I pulled his penis from his pants and already it was hard and coated in precum. I could smell the musty. He works for a carpet weaver across the street. He rolled us up in two carpets. He told them he wanted to sell the carpets for his master.”“Who is the young man?”“That’s Ali. He’s the carpet weaver’s son. He’s helping us.”“Well, bring them all aboard, Mr. Grey!” Captain Benning called having followed the exchange.The girl nodded to the old slave who then rolled her up again in the carpet. Thomas understood. They might be watched from the xebec. When he was handed the bundle, he therefore. She lifted herself over the fence and I saw she was now completely naked. My eyes zoned into her slit and I saw she had kept her pussy bald and her lips looked like there was a glint of moisture, as she put her foot on the top of the fence and her legs spread to push herself over the fence.She landed lightly on the ground at the edge of the pool and slowly walked over to me. I pointed at the spare lounger and she sat down in front of me, her legs open and sitting there leaning back and looking.