....... James was rocking his hips back and forth, snorts, gasps, and hushes caused his body to shake. She had just pulled out the most perfect tit he... had ever seen in his life, and she was playing with the nipple. Suddenly she laid the magazine down, reached up with the free hand, took off her sun glasses and turned her head to stare him right in the face. Terror filled James, but he could not stop pumping his fist up and down on his little Vienna sausage. Her gaze paralyzed him from running. I groaned a great deal as she gripped cracked edges of the wax at my cheek and throat and peeled it away. It pulled the skin with it until hairs were ripped out, root and all. My skin screamed at me. I mewled and grunted in return, but could not resist, could only endure. Never having been waxed before, I was shocked by the pain. Her wax didn't appear run of the mill, of course, and her methodology mostly medieval.Showing no emotion, and leaving my body red and burning like I'd never felt. For my own part, I found the entire village charming and the people both friendly and attractive. T’shombe himself, although not classically handsome, was muscular and I thought quite good looking. Never having been one to deny myself a new experience, I was rather attracted to him, as I certainly could tell he was to me. I would never know what would have happened next. Suddenly the night was shattered by war-cries and screams and a large party of unfamiliar men flooded the village. They must. I’m off him, his pole so glistening male rigid. Still ready for more. He’s thinking my arse and he’s right.He was thinking the table I suspect, bending me over it, and dogging my arse. I lead him to the huge expansive window viewing Sydney harbour and city, storeys below. I press into the glass. I allow him to press into me from behind. I raise one leg so he can ply my arsehole with his fingers. Do his dirty best at prepping my needy slut whore crack. I spread my legs, triangled out, my arms.