AfricaChapter 13
I felt completely surrounded by feminity, like the entire Roman Legion surrounding a tiny hamlet. Either a massacre would happen, with my cock in utter defeat, or I would surrender, hoping for some kind of gift from giving in so easily. The gift or gifts hid in Lindy's army green bag resting on the floor beside her, the least elegant item at the table. The fancy hotel Nick had us stay in had an even fancier restaurant occupying the space to the right of the lobby. Old fashioned and classic,...