Just a little background on how I found myself in this amazing situation. I was in Addis Ababa on a business mission, my accommodation reserved outsid... the city in a very high end resort offering private cabins with luxury interiors. And the cabin came with a body servant, whom I had just understood to be a valet, perhaps a cook as well. So when my escort driver dropped me off, there was Zafir waiting in the sun and wind. His djellaba, partly transparent, was pressed against his body by the. His touch was gentle and his tongue was magic as he continued his soft, wet massage, sliding his hands around to cradle my ass. I was absolutely breathless from the heavenly way his mouth moved over my perky mounds and in anticipation of everything to come.Kurt pulled me to his lap and I wrapped my legs around him. Looking into his eyes with my arms around his neck I whispered in my most sexy voice, “I haven’t properly thanked you yet for inviting me on your beautiful yacht.” Then I leaned in. He cut a slot in the buckboard bed to clear the sucker rod and fastened it to the axle crank with a suitable fitting. A test showed that the wheels turned as they should when the windmill turned. Sam Esterling decided that was enough work for now, besides there were some chores around the place that he had neglected while he was working on his new self-powered buckboard.While working on his chores, Sam Esterling cogitated on how he was going to steer his buckboard without reins going to a. .He smiled and stood up. Slowly, he began to undress. Each piece of clothing removed in such a way as to tempt me even more. Finally, he got down to a pair of flannel, plaid boxers. His throbbing cock had popped of the split in the front, and the head, ready to burst, was right in front of me with the most delectable drop of precum just begging to be licked.I sat up and smiled as I moved closer to his throbbing member. I reached out with the tip of my tongue, and gently tasted the treat that.