So, I put a blindfold on, opened an atlas randomly at any page, and stuck in a pin on whichever page was open. And it was here in Southern Africa. So ...hat's why I'm here and why I've been travelling around here for the last six months. It's all because of writer's block and the Readers Digest Atlas." So you must have got to know Africa quite well." You'd think so, wouldn't you? But I dunno. It's always other Westerners I meet mostly. Other people travelling. Or people staying at the hotels.. He pulled back away and she let out a frustrated cry and he asked,"How badly does my slave want to be fucked?" She moaned and said, "Please fuck me Sir. Please master. " He then took his cock in hand and began to rub the head against her pussy, and into her slit, She tried to push back on him but he slapped her ass again harder than ever. He slapped her ass, and then again, "Beg for it." he said With a slight whimper she said,"Please fuck my pussy master, I need it. Please, Im begging, I beg. Fire and brimstone will descend upon my family and me for the rest of time. I am forever doomed to hell and damnation. I am the biggest slut in the world, and I have become the most despicable person on the planet. I will now standout to others as a soiled person – a pervert and a socially repugnant being that is to be shunned and avoided at all costs.“OR, [I pounded the table for their attention] you can wake up with a smile and stretch your naked and sticky body in the sunshine of having. I improvised and told him Gerard was with the rental agency, who had provided a driver to drop me off. He then wanted to know all about my trip and the procedure, so I was very glad I had some pictures on my phone. I was in no mood to be making up stories about Italian hospital food and the view from my room, but I didn’t really have a choice. I actually believe he was a bit sad I didn’t bring him a present!“So are you okay for the party on Tuesday?”“I do believe so, Your Royal Highness.”He sat.