I was lying back on the sofa with my prick lying up on my stomach as he moved in between my legs and rested his arms on my thighs. ‘This is a fine ...looking cock you’ve got Bob,’ he said as he lifted it up. This was the first time another male, except a doctor, took hold of my prick. His hand felt warm and I’m sure that my cock felt hot as he moved the outer skin up and down. He didn’t say anymore because he bent his head and took the head of my cock into his mouth and I gasped at the sudden. Faster, harder. Oh yes come on tear it into pieces. I was feeling her cunt warmer than earlier. I was also enjoying so much that I was making noise and was fucking her like a mad man. Vibrator was making her more horny which I have never seen before. Her nails were scratching my back but I was feeling as someone is rubbing ice.I also inserted one finger with my cock but she felt so much pain and requested to take it back which I did. I pressed both of her boobs very tightly and stroked with. The sun blazed down overhead on the lewd and carnal scene, as one after the other, each of the nine men present got on top of the skinny White girl and used her body for their own pleasures. Mbinga then used her for a second time, to restate his ownership of her.Finally, all were satisfied. They were satisfied not just in their lusts, but that the female was no threat. No witch could have any power after being rid- den so hard by so many Bantu men.Kristen's arms and wrists were cut loose and. That gave me nearly another hour with Col. We helped Mutti Frida with the dishes and then sat close together on the sofa and picked up our current English book – Gavin Lyall’s The Wrong Side of the Sky, which I had picked as it was a thriller with much flying. Tomorrow we would be back to Das Versprechen by Friedrich Dürrenmatt, which I was finding a bit dark.We had been reading for about thirty minutes when Mutti Frida stopped pottering in the kitchen and interrupted us.“Col, Willi – we need.