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Good Story, to good not to share. Stuck up rich gi

Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: rampage86, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

eyes sliding quickly and appreciatively up and down her body. "Kristen." she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach. It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to begin with, and nobody dared call her Kris. With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their bags one and two at a time, and tossing them into the rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed not even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly done, whereupon he jumped into the drivers seat to await them. Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and Kristen carefully stepped in. "Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained. "You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning! What a laugh!" He then proceeded to laugh, long and hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three pas- sengers were thrown back against the weakly padded seats as the Rover bumped and bounced across the dirt field and out through the airport gate. In a short length of time, they were driving through an incredibly dirty and tacky looking excuse for a city, with hordes of Black people wandering around aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language that Kristen knew wasn't French or Italian, the only two acceptable languages other than English. "How far is the hotel?" She grumbled. "Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous. We're heading right for the jungle. We'll pick up the rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland." "You mean we'll be traveling in this?!" she de- manded in astonishment. "That's it beautiful." ... "But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!" she exclaimed. He looked back at her in irritation. "And just what's wrong with this? This is a helluva fine machine, girl. It'll take you through damn near anything without stalling." "How long do we have to be riding around in this thing?" She demanded. "This is your ride for the duration, Princess." he grinned. "Daddeeeeeeee!" "Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a Rolls in the middle of the jungle," he tried to placate her. "Couldn't you get something that was at least air- conditioned!?" "You'll never get acclimatized with air-condition- ing pinky." Joe grinned. "What?" "He means you won't get used to the heat, darling." "I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamp- ed her foot on the floor. "You ain't got no choice there, pinky." "Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously. He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper. She folded her arms tightly, despite the heat, and sank back in her corner of the seat, determined to sulk un- til she was back home again. The Rover continued to bounce along until they reached a small village outside town. There they stopped. There was six other four wheel drive vehicles there waiting. Joe looked at them in disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and went to the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously. "You told me to find everything on the list and bring it here with drivers." The man in charge said, shrugging. "What in hell was on the friggin list?!" Joe de- manded. ...