I thought maybe he would not like to cum.But then the door opened and the man pushed his way in.We both stared at each one…He was a black man but hi...s skin was not so dark. He smiled as he guessed my mind, saying he was Moroccan. The guy was my age, but much bigger, stronger and muscled than me.He said in his deep voice that he loved my bald head; but he added than now he wanted to fuck me in the ass… my tight white ass…His very dark dick was rock hard and it looked even bigger than a while. ’ ‘How can I be sure you’ve learned your lesson?’ ‘I don’t know, Sir.’ He started massaging my ass through the cotton and I couldn’t help squirming. ‘I didn’t say you could move!’ Before I could say anything else, he started spanking me. I yelped in surprise as he struck me again and again with his open hand. My ass was stinging and he showed no signs of stopping. Suddenly, he threw me to the floor. I landed in a heap and he stood up. ‘Get on your knees,’ he demanded. ‘Take off my pants.’ I. "The best I can come up with is that we climb the escarpment and then go straight ahead. I thought we would pick out landmarks we can see in the distance and aim for them so we don't end up walking around in circles."Adam was impressed that Ben had thought things through as much as he had. He had been worrying about getting lost if they went too far from their campsite, but Ben's explanation was reassuring."What should I be looking out for in particular?" Anything that looks as if it might be. “Güt, Güt. Danke” he said back to me, and I went back to listening to my music, the oblivious lunk head that I am. As the bus trundled along its route, I got small glances of him stealing a peek at me with his coy half smile with those lovely lips of his. As we approached his stop, I told him that it was his stop, but he was acting like he was reading the tourist book he had brought with him, paying no attention to me. So he didn’t get off and the bus went along.“Did I miss my stop?” he.