The night sounds slowly returned to replace our screams. I heard some kind of jackal calling his mate and an owl hooting in the distance. When we rec...overed sufficiently, Anne and Harry joined us on our way back to the camp. The scene before us was totally different from what it was before we left. A beautiful naked black woman stood behind a table covered with a tablecloth, a variety of salads wine glasses and three bottles of wine. On the fire was a black pot next to a smaller one. Six chairs. My cock rock hard, throbbing, leaking all over the floor... In one swift motion I pull it all the way out and stick my ass in the air pressing my face and chest onto the floor I reach back and feel the my gaped out hole, so wet, so soft and squishy, lose and gapping open I'm quite happy with my work. I lub up the massive sea horse dildo and struggle with its weight as I try to place it in a spot that will allow me to easily ride it. This wasn't easy but I finally got it in a spot that works. I. ”I answered, “Is that supposed to be a threat? That’s like offering somebody ice cream for fucking up. I actually dream of your beautiful thick cock at night when I am lying next to my husband. If you think that telling me you are going to fuck the shit out of me is punishment then please tell me what else I can do to piss you off. Now shut the fuck up, I need to take a nap.” I heard him laugh some more and mutter something about me being a hot little bitch.I looked down at my husband and he. ?Ms. Baker,? says Mark, ?you are cheating a bit. You are not bent at the requisite 90 degree angle. No matter. We will correct that. John, bring the hip bar.?John appears from off stage with a large, rounded timber that looks more like a log than a bar. It is thickly padded in the center but the last 12? of each end is just bare wood. John lays the unpadded ends on the ledge, which runs from the head board to the back of Ms Baker’s naked ass. Slapping her thighs, Mark commands ?Straighten.