Chapter Ten
An Old Fashioned Welcome
The procession of booty laden, brown skinned men trudged through the lush, overgrown rain forest for three days. They took a break from their marching every two or three hours or so to rest for a short while and drink water from the gourds that they kept in their packs, and head on. Margie’s body swayed and bumped on top of the primitive palanquin. Every time that they stopped, her bearers, as a reward for their efforts on behalf of the group, were permitted to make use of her, one between her plump, hairless nether lips and the other at her mouth. The men were insistent at their right to the use of her, but were never brutal, taking their time to ensure that she was shivering with lust before they finished themselves inside her. Once she had recovere
