My legs were feeling numb and my body was exhausted. He placed me in the steaming water with his strong arms. For a man who had been watching four oth...r men thrusting and pounding away at my aching sex slit and using me, he could be very gentle. It was the gentleness I experienced now as he sponged my tender body clean of all the evidence of tonight’s surprise. He put shampoo on my hair and, pulling down the showerhead that was on a long hose, wet my hair and slowly began to massage my scalp. Her hair was tied in plaits, her skirt came to just below her knees, a blazer and blouse covered her from the pit of her throat to her waist, and long white socks from her ankles to her knees. And worse, if that wasn't bad enough, beneath these clothes, she wore a bra and knickers. In fact only her knees and hands were exposed to the summer sun.The other students regarded her with a mixture of pity and humour, unable to snatch their gaze away from her. Why had Wendy agreed, indeed, even. “You as well, Sandrine?” Heathcoate was not convinced an African woman could read.“Yes, sir,” answered Sandrine. With that she reached behind her to remove a sheet of text drying on a rack. “You mean, like this?” She began to read from the top.His manhood, the flower of his youth, saluted her beauty in the most unmistakable manner. Her eyes widened as she absorbed the magnificence of his member.“Give me that!”To Sandrine’s laughter Heathcoate took the sheet and put it back on the rack. His. Contact was necessary.Making initial contact was easy. Simply walking to the gate of the facility assured him a meeting with the camps leadership.A simple conference room served as the actual first contact room. It was virtually empty aside from the table, chairs and white boards. Everyone in the room came as they were for this extraordinary event. The base commander was in his exercise clothes and exuded the musk of someone recently exerting himself.Trat got straight to the point. He described.