He frequently said that one of the reasons he and Mara had come to Morocco (as they had earlier in going to Kenya), was the considerably bigger (and b...lackness) of African men's cocks! There was also an intriguing element of 'atonement' to it, too. He had explained to me on-line many times as we made our plans to meet, that Mara was very determined to have only c***dren by African men; and Tomas had totally agreed that he felt the exact same way as she did about that.Perhaps the most strangely. But I told her that I was just horny and hard knowing her new idea…But then I told her that she would be my full sex slave for one night, every time she would let another cock let fuck her sweet cunt…Then she straddled my lap and sat down onto my raging erection. She felt it and smiled. I begged her to go back to bed…Ana said she needed to make a phone call first.She wanted to call Charlie and give him apologizes for her being such a cock teaser last night. She would not do it again if those. Which Deacon Bill appreciated last time I blew him. I even let him feel my tits. Next time, I would let the Deacon fuck me. Which would be very wicked.I squirmed with excitement all through breakfast, and not just because my panties were a sodden mess. I couldn't wait. So I was thrilled when we finished breakfast and we could get going. Only we weren't leaving right away. Daddy had work at the church. He told me to be there after lunch.Which left me helping Mother with the spring cleaning. When he returned, Tina felt and heard the shackles going on her feet and on Jeanette’s. More went on her hands, locking them in front of her. Then she waited while her body slowly regained control of itself. She could move fingers and toes first, and the rest of her body followed suit in time. But Cross was sitting there on the tire of Jeanette’s plane, armed and waiting for them. With their chains on, neither girl could act. Even when they could move fully, the two sat sobbing on the ground,.