Here in Africa, things were done differently.Even after 16 years of marriage she had remained steadfast. Had casually accepted the overtures, and just...as casually ignored them. Remained serene and poised, even when the advances had been physical. Richard shuddered at he memory of Okhama cupping his wife's pudenda through her shorts and casually stroking her in front of several laughing, if embarrassed, guests. Richard had been close to punching Okhama, then but had not dared.Okhama was. He took only a few steps before he stopped and a small sliver of shock registered though him. The oceanic sky loomed over head for what seemed like infinity in all directions. The soft blues were bleeding into violets and gold’s where a few, pristine, white stars could be see sparely spotting parts of the sky. At the horizon the fiery orange was evidence the sun had traveled their to set, it nearly looked like it was glowing. The sky was an eerie and beautiful sight, his father always called. Every time Russ plunged into Sarah, she let out a deep shriek. Her arms were outstretched and clinging onto the table for brace. Jason continued to drive his dick down her throat, often resting his balls on her nose and blindfold, only pulling out when she would jerk for air. She would then take quick gasps in between painful grunts from Russ’s pounding.Jason had decided it was time to remove her bra and tore it off by ripping it with shear force. She squealed as it snapped off her. Jason then. ‘Gina, I, um, don’t want anything, you know, sex. I just want to talk to you. Is that okay?’ I nodded, still more concerned with seeing those bitches going up the alley towards the old garage. ‘What is it like? You know, when you let boys touch you?’ I gave him my nasty look, like he had just farted or something. He swallowed and looked away. ‘I just wondered, that’s all,’ he mumbled. ‘Fucking hell, walk me home, I’m not in the mood for this crap,’ I snapped. When I got to my gate Lee said.