A few of the boys decided to escape the village and wanted to find white women to breed with. They had seen a few white girls in the village. The area...was visited by white missionaries from the church, trying to correct the ways of the men…haha. I asked Jazz what that meant, he said mostly stopping the way they dressed and the free sex, between the men and women. They brought western clothes to cover up the normally displayed genitalia of the men and the younger girls.The men wore small leather. Robin inched her shorts down, rolled the elastic to reveal her groins and hips. Turning, she showed Jim the effect it made on her rear. A swipe of her hand along the top of her shorts now told the 15-year-old that he could see her ass-crack. It made her nervous to expose herself this way, but if she couldn't even show her fanny to this stranger, she would never get far enough to do what needed to be done to spite her mother.Ignoring the goose-flesh breaking out over her skin, the brunette. She was even a little early. The weather was responsible for a little of her hang-dog look, but Carolyn would bet not much of it.“I’m sorry,” Candy said. “Three ELs and a bus. I couldn’t judge the time.”“Quite all right. Tell me your last name again.”“Wharton.” That’s what the kids would call her. Anyway, those were now running around imitating a tornado.“Freeze!” The boys froze but glared at poor Candy. “This is Miss Wharton. And, no, she’s not a babysitter. Mama’s going to be home all night.. He hands the gel to mistress who squirts one drop onto two of her fingers. She looks up at me and smirks. "You are going to love this girl," she said and started rubbing the gel directly onto my rock hard nipples. The gel soon starts to work as my master and mistress step away from me, letting me feel the effects of the warming gel and plug. If possible, my nipples felt like they got even harder as they tingled, my pussy lips also tingling. My master and mistress watch me writhe on the floor as.