Two beautiful young lesbian girls making love and moaning with pleasure I sat, thought about it, and decided to come clean with Iggy about everything happening to me. Iggy looked at my pussy, pushing my labia to one side and then the other. My eyes shot open. I was beginning to believe his mumbo jumbo, and it scared me. I was awakened by Enzi shaking my shoulder; they helped me up and carried me back to camp, putting me in my tent before the others got back. “Spread your legs a little,” he ordered. I followed them through the bush for almost an hour; they finally stopped and let me catch up. The door at the far end was open, and a group of men were playing a game of some sort. A man dropped to his knees between my legs and took off his robe. The fact I wasn’t protected didn’t faze me a bit. “What?” I asked, getting excited. And in no time, I had enough money for a plane ticket to Africa and enough for a guide. “Yes, yes, make me cum, make me cum,” I moaned loudly. 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.
