Fastening up my pants I just draped the shirt over my shoulders while Chalise threw her dress on quickly. I left her still struggling into her dress o... the couch as I opened the door.When the door was just partially opened, it suddenly burst in on me and I stumbled back a bit, only to be followed by a very large, very angry black man.He was big, heavily muscled and his hair cut short, close cropped to his skull in a kind of mini-fro. He was dressed in nice clothes but they looked a bit ruffled,. I could feel my cock reaching the point of no return and the rush of blood was in my ears. Her lips tightened as I swelled and she drove down on me. I heard her gag a little as I came but she held tight and I felt my knob completely in the back of her throat as she gulped. I remembered the feeling I had when I came inside her and this time it was 10X harder. My hips arched and twisted and my balls pumped what felt like a quart of cum. As I relaxed and my cock stopped throbbing, she still. That they didn’t come out seemed to me, finally, to be some form of trial on their part to discern my intentions. From their standpoint, what is a strange nun in full habit doing this far in the remote jungle? What would bring her to this remote village and their front door? It certainly couldn’t be happenstance or coincidence.So, I did the only thing I could do under the circumstances, the only thing our training provided as a guide … I knelt on the hard-packed dirt in front of the gate of. He then told me he used his hand, elbows, and sometimes his knee to do the massage. I said that was fine with me.He then described how he would be dressed. He told me he kept the massage room hot to help with the muscle release. He, therefore, wore white slacks and a tee. He asked me if that was alright. I nodded an OK. He then asked me how did I want to be dressed during the massage. He went through all the stages, from fully clothed to nude. He told me the best way was bare, but that was up.