‘When you say it that way, makes me feel like a male prostitute.’ he stood up and looked in the mirror. He stared at his reflection and felt disg...usted. As he continued to stare at the face in the mirror though, he no longer recognized it. What he saw was the ghost of a man with a void where his eyes should have been and a mask hiding his face. He reached up and grabbed the mask. When he removed it, a laughing skull was revealed. He jumped back and fall flat on the floor. ‘What’s wrong with. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I peered about the hut. Decorated in the usual tribal fashion, with ceremonial masks, shields and what appeared to be several phallic objects supporting oval dishes of varying size, !Kung sat in one corner on a large, but not oversized throne-like chair, festooned with leopard skins and the horns of several types of wild beasts. It looked exactly like a chair out of some movie producer's idea of how the typical African lived. He was wearing a leopard skin. She gave it a quick tug to check the fit. Thatwasn't going anywhere anytime soon. I winced a bit as I felt my penistrying to recover for a round two that wasn't happening when thelocking pin went into the main body. Liz handed me the keys, and Iadded them to the choker necklace I was wearing.Thus armored, she had me put on pantyhose and panties that matched mybra, and then step into a pair of black low-heeled pumps that kind ofmatched my skirt. Then some sort of waist shaper that pinched in. "That's right; you don't get to cum until I say." She said firmly. "I know that you have fucked me with your face. I know that you have fucked me with your dick. I know that you have let me fuck you to my heart's content." She spoke primly. Her hand had returned to my dick and was alternating between rhythmically squeezing dick and stroking its hard length. I arched up to meet her. She continued, "None the less, I expect you to man up here. You are to show me how much you want to cum but let us.