OK, which one of us do you want to play with?” one of them asked. It broke their heart, being devout Christians, that their daughter was a slut and nympho. Please fuck me, I cried as my pussy was pummeled. Their cocks sank deeper and deeper inside my holes, and I wanted to fuck. as the men looked me over. I explained that I wanted them to bring the porters and the cook to the fire pit when everyone was asleep. “I don’t know; it could just be a reminder of your time with them, or it could be a curse of some kind,” Iggy pondered. There on my labia was a crude drawing of a Kabye warrior with his cock hanging below his knee; on his head was the ceremonial ram’s skull I had worn. I hurried through the market and into the village, calling for them as I walked. I left their room in the late afternoon and began entertaining men in my room until I passed out sometime after midnight.
