The place was in better shape than when we were here last. JBG money was already at work.Daudi Nkosi was the hotel manager. I recognized him from the ...previous visit and by the glance Vicky gave me, she did to. We went to a side room to meet while a messenger was sent to get Nassor Khumalo from the airport terminal.Vicky and Marcy had the list that Lorrie and Jenny wanted discussed.The electricity came in from a line from the south that ran between the two mines. This electricity was totally. Usually. "So you want to try women now, or what? You fucking slut!" he had started thrusting his hips up while he forced my head down so his entire length was being forced into my mouth and down my throat. "You are only allowed to do what I demand! Do you understand that?" I managed to make some type of affirmative sound between thrusts and gasps for air.He was being a bit more forceful than he had been on previous occasions, and I could feel myself getting really moist. I could hear his. He finished his meal, grabbed his keys and set off to meet Sarah. He pulled up outside the house, the last thing he wanted to do was to walk through that door but he knew he had to. His heartbeat raised, he could feel his pulse getting faster as he approached the door. He knocked on the door and a few seconds later Sarah answered. She greeted him in regular clothes, nothing like the outfits she usually posts pictures of online. She had a pair of jeans on, training shoes and a hooded jumper.. Then running a short length of rope through the ring on the cuff, he tied that ankle to the leg of the bed. He did the same thing on the left, and now she stood with her legs spread wide. Her pussy parted slightly and he could see her glistening excitement slicked between her lips.Rubbing her ass in both hands, he knelt down and thrust his tongue inside her. He heard a tiny gasp of breath and knew she was ready for a good fuck but continued to tease her, lapping up her juice. Running one hand.