Walter was from Uganda, when Duncan's father went on a safari holiday a few years ago and Walter returned with him, now Walter was one of my father's ...nforcers. I was a member of Walter's team of four. There was Loo, who was a Cambodian and Henry a large Geordie and Duncan.According to Big John McGregor, Duncan was to be treated as any other member of the organization, even though he was his son. He was being taught the ropes from the ground up in the import and export trade and any other dirty. Poonam was still facing my cock and did not notice him come in. Sandeep was very hard by looking at Poonam’s lovely ass and the way she was gulping my cock. “ Wah Mast maza aa raha hai, you are a cock queen” I said. She continue to bathe my cock with her warm saliva and her pussy was literally dripping. “ You want someone to lick your pussy while you suck my cock? I asked” ‘UMMM YESsss” she said.I signalled Sandeep to go for her dripping pussy and taste her juices, he slowly moved in and stood. For some reason though, I was more intrigued than worried. I'm not sure why. Perhaps because the note didn't sound threatening. There was no "or else". Call me curious. When you live forever you tend to seize on unusual incidents. It breaks the monotony. So that Saturday night I was lurking where an old grounded hulk threw shadows over the splintered lumber of an abandoned dock, secure in the knowledge no one could sneak up on me.I do so get tired of being wrong about those things. A firm touch. It was the area that I was most curious about. My father had once attempted to expain the 'birds and the bees' to me (at least so far as the difference between boys and girls), but he was never really able to answer my questions about the cryptic 'vagina'.I unfassened the belt on her skirt and pulled it down her legs and over her feet. I threw it into a pile with her other clothing. She wore delicate red panties that were slightly transparent around the top. I crawled over her and sat on her.