"It doesn't matter. She'll know why you brought her here. So who was the bitch that stood you up tonight?" Mom asked."Her name's Tami." I answered."Is...she pretty?" She asked."Yeah, she's really pretty." I answered."As pretty as your mother?" Mom asked with a curious smile.A smiled bashfully."Well, not quite that pretty." I confessed."You're scoring points." Mom said with a giggle. "Scoring points is a very important part of getting what you want in a date." She said."I'll try to remember that.". “Yes, please,” she said, passing me her sun tan oil.I swivelled around on my towel, this time kneeling over Lori. Again, I poured a small amount of oil onto her back between her shoulder blades, and started to rub it across her back.“Don’t forget my bum, either,” Lori said.“No, Mistress,” I answered, trying to sound like a humble servant.I didn’t feel all that comfortable with rubbing the oil onto Lori’s backside; and certainly not in the way I had rubbed Cathy’s, but I rubbed some oil onto the. It was Friday and set off to the cottage, it started quite well. No traffic jam on the way so we were at the place in two hours. The cottage was in the middle of the forest, two kilometres far from another building. No one else was there, just Denisa and me. We unpacked our suitcases and after few days of sexual abstinence I was quite looking forward to doing it again. Fresh air does magic, so I was thinking where to go for a walk. And on the way to blow off the steam somewhere by the trees. I. " Who do you work for?" Pardon?" Who do you work for?" I don't work for anybody." She said, confused."You work for the South Africans, don't you?" I told you, I don't work for anybody." What were you doing north of the river?" I was kidnapped!" You expect me to believe that?" But it's the truth. I was grabbed by some Bantu and taken to their village." The Bantu would not have taken you there, especially not with that strange hair of your's. They would have thought you were an evil spirit or.