“«Hej Steve»!”“«Hej Birgit!»”She giggled.“You find this funny, do you?” I asked.“You must have received my gift!”“Yes. It was, w...ll, interesting. And unexpected. And somewhat shocking.”“What? You can’t handle a few naked photos of me? You saw more than that in your room. Pictures like that are OK in Sweden.”“Yeah, but not here. And sorry, but forget those first three!”She interrupted “Forget?”“You know what I mean! What the heck was that fourth one?”She giggled again. “Opportunity. I told you. Each and every one of them were ecstatic! In one way, or another, they each expressed a growing eagerness to fuck Mara! At first they seemed unsure if they should make it too obvious that they really wanted to fuck her; but I encouraged them to express such thoughts freely. And they did!Sometimes I would be up well into the very early morning hours chatting with these different African men about Mara. I often sat there in front of my lap top tapping away at the keyboard in response to something. She eventually managed to get into the rhythm of walking with the hobbling rope just in time to realize that Jessica wanted her to walk down a flight of steps. She looked at her with a pathetic whimper, to which the blonde just gave her a half-hearted shrug.It took a while, and even more learning, but to her oddly-placed pride Blaire actually managed to reach the bottom of the stairs. But her excitement was short-lived. Jessica flipped on the lights and the girl was met with a horrid sight. . After cumming several times my hot throbbing pussy got the better of my sexy bad boy and he thrust his hips up and drove it home hard with a loud deep groan and shot his load in my tight cunt. My fondest memory of that trip is riding Kenny’s fat cock in that basement by golden firelight in front of that stone fireplace.You could never really count on Kenny for anything. Maybe he would keep a date maybe not. He started becoming friends with the guy I rented my extra bedroom to Mike. Kenny and.