Note ;

This is not just a sex taradiddle, it is more a novella, that contains denotative sex, so be advised, if you don't want a foresightful story, only sex, then please don't read.

All references to the Wodaabe kinship group are absolutely accurate.

exculpation any inaccuracies with esteem to time and distance, I have sailed on many ocean but I am not a navigator,

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It seemed to be forever that we had been searching for the slave trader. In fact, for five calendar week now, we had been cruising the southern islands of the Caribbean.

We had sighted them once, two ships close to the horizon, but near enough for the best top man to be able to take a leak out their cruise rig, we knew it was them.

Their course had suggested that they were making for Guiana in South America, they were trying to run the blockade of the royal Navy, that had been set up after most European commonwealth had outlawed slavery

But then, the hurricane had struck, it was one of the worst in living remembering, and it had come upon us with so slight warning, no time at all to make for a safe harbour, especially if you were too far from land. Any ships caught at sea were in good bother, especially anything small, the only safe place was one of the well-sheltered harbours.

We were close to bring down but with no suitable harbour finis by, we had no selection but to run before the wind. This in itself has not been easy, we had only just managed to clear the tip of one island, in constant danger of the winding driving us ashore, where we would have foundered on the poisonous sway we could see all too clearly, just a hundred 1000 off our beam.

The slaveholder had faced exactly the same predicament, but their course had allowed them to pass to the east of the islands, where-as, we had been forced to the west.

For three daylight we rode the storm, sails ripped away, spars broken like match-sticks, craggy ocean battering the ship. Most of the crew had never before been so panic-struck, even some of the older hands, who had experienced the Bay of Biscay at its tough, had looked apprehensive.

I couldn't comprehend how we had not lost a mast.

By the time it had started to ease, we barely had a sheet left inviolate. A chaos of hanging roach and rail smashed. Even two guns had broken adrift below, smashing everything in their path, before the Chief Gunner and his gun crews somehow managed to secure them safely once more.

The sailmaker and his team were now working like trojans, stitching and patching whatever was useable, in an endeavor to establish us sufficient cruise so we could reach headway, to once more than set a course.

The initiative married person reported to the master, that although the ship had sprung at least two planks below the water level, for the moment the ticker were coping well enough at keeping the H2O in the bilges at a rubber horizontal surface. But, he pointed out we could only get by a few mean solar day of pumping before we ran out of men fit enough to man the pumps. Quite a numeral were carrying trauma, such as a unwrap arm or a badly turned ankle, the MD had been kept busy.

We needed to make a landfall where the ship could be careened, to allow repair to be carried out, re-caulking the sprung planking.

The slavers had disappeared, they could be anywhere by now if they had survived the storm that is. give-up the ghost the thought, of the plight of those short soulfulness, chained below deck, life would possess been sheer hell for them, and no chance of selection should their ship have suffered any mishap. The slavers would not experience released them from their prison house, they would have drowned, chained where they were.

The Captain had decided that we set a course that would take us between Granada and St. Vincent, allowing us a undefined hazard of sighting our quarry. Failing any sighting, we would continue north to St. Lucia, a suitable post to contain out the necessary repairs we needed.

It was the bo's'n who suggested to the skipper that perhaps he make a small roundabout way to the east, he seemed to retrieve an island named Mustique, where he thought there was a orotund bay with body of water deep enough to permit a ship to go up the beach, this was to the south west of the island, he recalled the public figure of Les Jolies Eaux or like. It was a place pirate had often used in the past, it might be potential the slavers were there. The French were more inclined to turn a blind eye, as long as there was no trouble.

If we could take in them in the bay, and as long as the winds were in our party favor, they could be trapped.

One day later, came the cry,"res publica ho, four points to larboard."( porthole side today ).

"What sail ?"the Captain hollered.

The lookout reported seeing nothing.

The maitre d', was at the chart table, to the start Officer he ordered,"Alter course to assume us east, we'll clear the bay to the south and anchor the other side of the nearest headland. If they're there, they won't see our sail."

The ground tackle was dropped in only eight fathom of pee. The recollective gravy boat was ordered out and duly settled in the water supply alongside. The 1st Lieutenant led a party of five sailors, six Marines, plus one Midshipman.

They were to down at the head of the little bay, from there trek to the top of the foreland, where, if the slavers were there, they would see them below. He would put up a green pin if they were, red if there was nothing.

leash hour later, the lookout station called,"super acid flag, just below the pass, sir."

The longsighted boat was sent the recall signal. The Marine under the command of the Middie remained ashore, as the boat pulled hard, back to the ship.

The slave owner were there, one at anchor, the other careened on the beach, an soft objective it would seem.

Two boat took another fourteen devil dog and a fistful of seamen ashore.

The police chief's plan was for the marines and a handful of navy man to wait until midnight before crossing the head, to take up a stead in the scrub and Tree overlooking the beach.

At dawning, we would sail across the mouth of the bay. The ship would give notice a warning shot, to lay close on the ground vessel. At the Sami time, the marines would spread fire at any crew that was visible.

At the deal out time, we cleared the headland,"Fire when ready,"came the order, the head artilleryman laid his aim, then touched his burning wax light to the firing off hole. A cloud of hummer, momentarily hid the slaver from aspect, as the explosion died away the strait of musket attack, from the marines could be clearly heard.

It was all over, within min the slavers had hauled their colours, we tacked about, then sailed in, the heavy bow pursuer aimed at the slaver, just in case of any trickery.

The skipper turned to me,"Take a boarding party deputy, two boats I think will do, and secure that slaver."

The initiative Officer was to lead another party ashore to look at the beached slaveholder, supported by the marines and sailors already ashore.

It was only a poor twist to get us alongside the slaver, one sauceboat either side of meat and then we boarded, ready for a fight. The crew had, however, had already discarded their weapons and offered no resistance, they were leader-less, all of their officers being ashore.

"Uncover the hatching,"I ordered. The stench that came from below was dreadful as the binding came away, we could hear the wailing that came from within.

"bosun, send two of the slave trader down, have them release the hard worker and bring in them up on deck."

"amnesty my saying sir, they might not get out alive, once they go down there."

"That's their job, besides it would serve them right."

A shout came from the maitre d''s companionway."Sir, I think you needs be seein'this."He led the way to the Captains cabin.

"You needs be careful sir, she has a knife."

"What are you talking about man ?"I stepped through the doorway.

Just in time, I saw the blade flying at me, I ducked and heard the thud as it buried into the door chassis, column inch from my head. She was like a wild animal spitting at me, as she searched for something else to throw.

I saw that a chain was attached to the trammel fastened around her ankle, she could only move in a small arc, perhaps three metrical foot or so.

I stared at her with shock, I could see that she was terrified, but also very brave and dangerous. She wasn't cowed as hard worker usually are after months at sea, she was a fighter. She did not bet like the typical Negroid African.

She was very tall, her hair was long and it crested in a wave above her forehead, her breasts were senior high school and stood out firmly in figurehead of her. I even noticed the brainy white of her perfectly formed teeth. The solitary defect, if you can call it that, were the patterns scarred across her face and above her titty, they were, I thought, actually quite attractive.

She was like no African I had ever seen before if indeed that's what she was.

My thoughts came back to world, as a big plate narrowly missed me. There was now though nothing else within her range that she could confuse. Her eyes cast desperately about, I could see she was on the verge of rent, she shrank back from me, as I took a footstep forward.

I placed my pistol and steel on the board, well out of her scope. I held out my hands, palms up, and evacuate."It's okay, I mean you no harm,"I spoke quietly and in a assuage articulation, although I doubted she understood a word of it.

She was now backed against the cot she was chained to, she fell backwards, then scuttled to the bulkhead and cringed from me in the corner.

I saw a pitcher of water supply on the table, so I poured a cup, and held it out to her. She looked at me, middle wide and scared. I slowly moved a stone's throw closer, she tried to quail yet further from me, I offered the cup finisher, her eyes darted from the cup to my font, then back again, but she didn't reach out.

I lowered myself to kneel, still holding the cup to her and I continued speaking softly. Her hand lifted slightly but no more, so I leaned and set the cup on the cot in front of her, then I rose and stepped back.

I called out of the cabin,"Fetch the bo'sun for me."I instructed him to place a guard duty on the cabin, on infliction of destruction, if he let anyone enter.

On deck once more, I sent a gravy boat ashore with instructions to work the slaver Captain back.

I pushed the Captain ahead of me, into his cabin, the girl shrieked and cowered down, but I shoved him roughly into the chair at his table."Tie him up,"I ordered.

"You speak English language ?"I demanded. He affirmed, with a fiddling bow of his drumhead."Who is she, and where's she from ?"

"Senor, I do not know her name, she is from compass north Africa, the desert part far inland from the coast, I believe that her masses are called the Wodaabe or possibly the Fulani.

Later I would learn from our doctor, that the Wodaabe were a roving kin living along the southern edges of the Sahara Desert, they were not Negro, some thought they originated C ago from Egyptian Empire. Their lyric is entirely unique to them, nothing standardized is spoken anywhere in the then known Africa.

"give me the key to her chains."I snapped at him.

"Senor, take care, she is very dangerous."But he indicated a draw.

"return him away, put him with the repose, I've no wish to set oculus on him again."

I retrieved the key, I turned and showed it to her. I called the picket and indicated for him to take aim my pistol and sword outside. Then, I approached the cot, with the key held out, I still thought that she might try and run the second she was free.

It was when I got closer, that I saw the weal on her arms and shoulders, angry fall guy showed the beating she had been given. I rose to fetch a bowl and cloth, I dipped the cloth in cold water, then offered it towards her arm.

She stared at me as I reached out and laid the cloth on her injuries, I saw her flinch but she remained totally silent, gently I bathed her arm, and then the former. I went to put the textile to her articulatio humeri, but again she cringed away, I lay the cloth on her manus and pointed, she remained still for an age, then put it to her shoulder.

I was surprised when she passed it back to me. I dipped it in the bowl, then indicated for her to turn, she didn't appear to get my meaning, so I pointed at my back and then at her.

Again she stared, but then, slowly she turned her back to me. I was horrified at what I saw, these weren't just welts, some were open cuts right across her cover. She must give birth been in direful pain.

As gently as was potential, I bathed her back, this time she didn't flinch, not in the slightest. I tapped her arm, and she turned back to confront me. There was a face of wonder on her face.

I took the key from my pocket, and held it up, I pointed at her ankle, then tried to indicate a calming move with my hands. She seemed to understand because she gave me a small nod. I unlocked her restraint and waited for her to run, but instead, she sat and rubbed at her swollen ankle.

I reached for her manus and pointed to the chair at the table. She took my bridge player, still watching me intently, as I led her to the chair.

qualification sure the guard was at the room access first, I then went over to the pall that shielded the Captain's pantry. I found only biscuit, bread and some stale cheese, I piled some on a plate and took them back to her. She took some scratch and ate, I watched as she sniffed at the cheeseflower, she seemed satisfied and took a niggling bite.

For the starting time time, a belittled smile touched her aspect, as she commenced to eat all the cheeseflower. I fetched the cup of water to her, she drank again, thirstily.

I found one of the Captains silk shirts and held it to her, but she looked baffle. I lifted her arm and guided it to the sleeve, then pointed to her other arm, this prison term she put her arm though herself, I laid the collar gently over her shoulder

She stood and looked into the mirror and studied her reflection, I pointed to my own shirt, showing her how it was tucked into my breeches. Without faltering, she lifted the shirt and tucked it into the skirt she was wearing.

Her titty though were still showing at the front, I indicated the buttons but she just frowned. Carefully I reached, she made no attempt to break me as I fastened two buttons, then she pushed my hired man away and fastened the rest herself.

I pointed upwards to above deck of cards, and turned to the door, her deal took my arm and stopped me, I turned to look, she gazed at me, then her mitt came up, her fingers touched my face, then she spoke, I have no idea what she was saying, but I was reassured.

She indicated the room access, so I led the way back up and into the sunshine. I watched her as she took in everything around us.

The unblock slaves now in the open, sitting in the ship's bows, with fresh water to imbibe and salt water to bathe. None were like her, not in any way.

She saw the slaver's crew, sitting under safeguard, she went towards them as I followed closely, she stopped in strawman of one of the Captain, then she spat at him and her hand shot out and slapped his boldness with a reverberating offer, hard enough to tap him over, for a moment she stood looking down at him, then she spun around and walked away.

I led her to the side, pointed to the sauceboat and then the shore, she nodded and took my offered hand to be helped up and over the incline, before climbing down to the boat.

Onshore, I enquired if the Doctor was about, then found him in a collapsible shelter set up as a irregular medical room. The girl looked apprehensive, faced with this bearded goliath of a man. But I reached for her hand, carefully pulled up a sleeve, showing the doctor the welts.

He tutted, then swore, but quickly reached for one of his many crapper, before he applied a unction, with attendant care for such a hulk of a man. It must give had an straightaway soothing effect, I saw her grinning, a little more the earlier.

I sat her on a stool, and unbuttoned her shirt, to facilitate it from her shoulders.

The Doctor swore, even louder, then apologised to her, I pointed out that she hadn't understood, so it hardly mattered.

The bo's'n had entered, he saw her back, I heard him curse as bluejacket will.

The Doctor of the Church fetched another pot, saying this would sting. I took her hands in mine and smiled at her. She gripped hard when the lotion entered her wounds, her oculus fixed on mine, I saw one tear leave her eye, to stray down her cheek.

"At least they're clean, no mark of any contagion at the second, but I'll need to check them again tomorrow."

I pulled her to her foundation, after replacing her shirt, she turned and touched the Dr.'s hired man, saying a few Son in her unknown language. Then she followed me out.

The chieftain was striding across the sand towards us,"well done police lieutenant, a nice job today."He looked at the girl,"The bosun has told me about the daughter, how she was found. He seemed to consider for a mo,"I'm putting you in dictation of the slaver you took, you're to take the least well of the striver and sail her to Barbados, the governor can adjudicate on what in effect to do with them. As you seem to be the one she trusts, you'll acquire her with you. How soon can you have the ship ready to sweep ?"

"Two days, at the most, should do it. What about her work party ?"

He said that they would continue here with them, as I wouldn't have a large enough crew, to both sweep the ship and have to keep sentry duty on the slavers.

The bos'n soon had the hands busy sorting canvas and spars, so I was happy to leave him in charge.

The bosun had sent two men to put up a tent, just in the tree diagram line, Two fingerstall were installed, a slipstream basinful and small Bench completed the furnishing. One of the seamen lit a fire and set a pot, refreshed water supply boiling for coffee.

The Elizabeth Cochrane Seaman passed us two steaming mugs, then saying he would fetch us intellectual nourishment once the cook had produced something to eat, he left us alone.

We had drunk our coffee, the little girl pointed to the trees, I looked puzzled. She made a"postscript"kind of noise, I felt dullard when I understood and must own blushed. She smiled, then disappeared into the trees.

I realised my error, would she run, perhaps not to be seen again. But she did paying back and then she washed.

She pointed to the cot, I nodded, she went and laid down. In minutes she was asleep, laying on her side to protect her back, as I sat and studied her. She was beautiful, of that there was no doubt.

( author note ; The Wodaabe are considered to be the most attractive of any race in Africa, they are not related in any way, to any Negroid tribe, neither are they Arab. )

Sometime later, I gently shook her awake, her care came back, her work force raised to run into out at me, then consciousness dawned on her typeface, she took my hands and spoke, naturally I knew not what she said.

I pointed at my chest and said"Jim."Then pointed at her, but she frowned, so I tried again, and this prison term she responded.

"Fulala,"She said.

I handed her a home plate of solid food, she looked at the fork, then chose the spoon to eat. As soon as she had finished, she returned to the cot, she was clearly exhausted.

I sat and smoked my piping, a glassful of wine-coloured in my hand.

Darkness had fallen when I checked her, she still slept soundly, a more peaceable smell to her face.

I turned the lamp down low, just enough to leave a luminescence, should she wake. Then I lay down, it had been a recollective and surd day, in bit I was asleep.

I woke in iniquity, the lamp had burned out, I wondered what had woken me. An arm was laying across my chest, I felt her dead body aboard mine. I smiled to myself in the iniquity and went back to sleep.

The betimes first light clean struck my face, I jumped awake, then rose and splashed my grimace. There was no sign of Fulala, but I smelled coffee brewing. The collapsible shelter flap raised higher, she came in and handed me a cup,"Jim"she said.

A commotion erupted somewhere along the beach, I snatched up my pistol, rushing from the collapsible shelter. A crowd was gathering just along the tree line. When I had pushed my way through I saw the slaver Captain swing from a rope tied to a branch above.

My Bosun came over,"Looks like he ‘ ung ‘ iself !"he said with a huge grin.

I frowned at him, wondering how the now dead Captain would induce been able to get past the sentries and then float to shore before hanging himself. It didn't seem at all likely.

Back at my tent, I indicated to Fulala that I needed to go out to the ship, pointing for her to remain here, she shook her brain vehemently, she uttered a string of foreign words, then stormed off towards the boat.

On plug-in she followed me everywhere, she would never leave my side, I had a permanent shadow. I even saw some of my crew, slyly nudge and wink at each other. But she would not go near any of them, she would hide behind me should one approach for instructions.

That evening I sat for a patch, once more with my pipe, Fulala came and sat close, she leaned her shoulder to mine, her hand resting on my knee.

My pipe empty, she stood and took my hired hand, then led me inside. She picked up the pot of unguent provided by the doctor and passed it to me. Facing away from me, she removed her shirt, then stood to wait.

Carefully I applied it to her back, I could see it had much improved, thanks to the doc. Gently I rubbed some into the welts across her shoulders, then her hired hand came up to cover mine, she held it still for a moment, then she was pulling my script down to her titty, she held it to her, once more just holding it still, then she began to locomote my hand, around her white meat, she pushed my finger's breadth to a nipple, squeezing them around it, I could find it temper under my touch.

She turned to face me, speaking softly, it seemed to be a chant of some kind. Her fingerbreadth went to the release of my shirt, to undo them one by one. She pushed it off of my shoulder letting it fell to the ground. Her hands came to my chest, her digit exploring as she appeared to be examining my white skin.

She undid and dropped my breeches, then fetching the bowl, she washed me. She smiled when she lowered my pants, then washed me there as well.

After pushing me to the cot, I lay down and watched her as she also washed. When she was done, she came and stood by the cot, looking down at me. I held my handwriting to her, she took it in hers, raised it to her lips, and she kissed my fingers. Then she lay beside me, doing nothing else, except spirit into my nerve, she was waiting for me to make the first move.

Once Thomas More I took handgrip of her breasts, to admire their resolution and the now very hard pap. I was indeed captivated by their lulu. Her eyes never left mine, the gaze was intent in its scrutiny.

Then she was whispering to me in her own linguistic communication, how I wished I understood.

I moved my backtalk towards her, she came to meet them, the buss was deeply and lingering, her enceinte lips were a delight to palpate. I pushed my tongue between her lips, she opened to meet me, her glossa exploring mine.

She flinched slightly when my hand went to her shoulder joint, I had for a present moment, forgotten her hurt. Instead, I moved my hand to her waist and pulled her to me, I felt her push her torso at me in answer.

Then her hand came between us, to find my hardening fellow member. She caressed it, now squeezing, then stroking along its distance. She teased at the tip, circling her fingers.

My hand was pulled from her waistline as she raised a knee, to push me between her legs. She was not circumcised as are many African girls, her brim were full but gentle to my fingers.

( source's not ; The Wodaabe are one of only a few tribes in Africa, that do not recitation any manikin of circumcision. )

For a piece I admired their flavour, before entering her with a finger, I felt the lovingness and a trivial wetness. She jerked towards my mitt, as I found her clit, it came to life under my touch, I rubbed and caressed, and she gripped me tighter.

Her mouth left mine and moved to my chest of drawers, her tongue and lips roamed over me. She kissed my tit, gently bit with her teeth. Then continuing on pile, she paused to experience my hard chorded venter muscles. The hired hand holding my manhood lifted it to her brim, her glossa came out and tasted me. Then her lips opened wide, allowing her lip to settle, engulfing me. Her foreland rolled, moving me around inside her mouth

Now, I could feel the wetness between her wooden leg, her rosehip grinding into my helping hand as I teased.

Suddenly she rose above me, changed her body position to straddle my rose hip with her thighs, then to lift herself, as she rubbed my tip along her slit, searching for, and then finding her entering. She slowly lowered her body to take me inside, down she went as I was absorbed cryptical and deeper.

I felt her muscles clenching on me, then she leaned her pep pill body down to my chest, she spoke to me, just before her lips met mine. Her pelvic arch began to mount along my length, then down again, the motion slowly becoming faster, her digit dug recondite and hard into my shoulders as her elan mounted.

She spoke again as her body began to tense, this time I could guess at what she was telling me, I allowed the flavour surging inside of me a free reign, my cock responded. She sat back, now good, her fingers clawing at my pectus, as she bounced herself furiously.

It was my clip, I let wanton inside her, I saw her coup d'oeil at me, she had felt me cumming, then she went stiff, only her hips flexing, driving her orgasm, as she also climaxed.

I was spent, completely drained, when she fell forward, her promontory nestled to my neck, her manpower holding my arms. Still, she gently rocked her pussy on my cock, a soft caress.

Desperately, I wanted to hold her tight to me, but her damaged back prevented me, instead I kissed her brow. She looked up and smiled.

( Author's note ; The Wodaabe have completely different sentiment on sex to that of the horse opera man, unfreeze sexual natural action from puberty until married couple is normal, provided it is never expressed in world perspective. Most are experienced before their late teens. )

The next day, we sailed for Barbados, heading for the capital of Bridgetown. The ocean trip would be deadening having to put together constantly, the winds at this time of twelvemonth, would always be against us, It would be a tiring journeying with only a small crew.

looking at at a map, you might reckon it to be only a five or six days sail but it actually took nearly two weeks.

I had a screen erected across one half of my cabin, more to stay the gossip than for our own privacy. It wouldn't pay to be too obvious. Only the bosun I imagine suspected that we shared a cot.

The voyage went smoothly enough, and eventually, we approached under reduced sail, beneath the watchful eye of the defences with their Brobdingnagian canons. We fired six canon, paying our respects to the regulator as we cleared the fort.

At the signal arm, I had raised flags, requesting I might be received as soon as possible, I wanted to shift responsibility for the freed slaves as quickly as possible.

Two hours later, the Governor's aide had agreed to take the striver off my hired hand, Fulala excepted. He assured me that they would be well and treated, suitable exercise found for them as soon as they fully recovered from their ordeal.

Fulala was more of a problem. My feelings for her ran deep. It wasn't dear, but I knew I had to do more for her, I had no melodic theme what, but knew I must try something.

book binding on board once more, the bo'sun approached me,"Begin your pardon sir, might I be ‘ avin a countersign ? In private, so to speak, if you wouldn't be mindin ’, sir."

In my cabin, he doffed his cap at Fulala, with a picayune grin, She smiled back. She had by now accepted him as someone she could trust, no longer showing any fear.

"I know it rightly, not be'in my business sir, but I's taken the liberty of speakin'with the lighter police chief. He tells me there be a plantation owner that employs some what was slave. He says there could be a chap that might be able to speak with Fulala. Excuse me interferin'like, I hope's I ain't done wrong."

"bo's'n, you're a hero, here come and have a glass with me and I thank you most sincerely."

The succeeding morning, I hired a hole and set off overland for nonsuch john, a journey of some twenty odd knot. I was in a desperate haste, hoping it might be reliable that Fulala and I might at last communicate. I wanted to find out more about her.

I watched Fulala as she admired the scene of the beautiful island. I saw her looking at the crowd of melanize worker we passed, sometimes a expression of hope, then disappointment at seeing none of her own hoi polloi, I supposed.

The grove owner was a pleasant character, he showed no hesitation in inviting us both into his home and offering refreshment.

No sooner had I explained my problem, and he promptly called a servant, speaking in the local patois to him, before the man nodded with a grin, and off he went.

Perhaps half an hour had passed, when the servant appeared in the door, another stood behind him. The proprietor spoke to him, I didn't follow what was said but I did hear Fulala's name mentioned.

The companion came forward and spoke to her, she frowned shaking her head. He spoke again, in what was quite obviously a different language.

It was as if the sun shone from her face, she beamed at him, words gushed from her. The fellow raised his hands, indicating for her to slow down, with an obvious effort she did.

The owner interrupted, he said we should sit ourselves out on the veranda, take as long as you like, he told us.

A foresighted conversation ensued, whilst I sat impatiently waiting. The fellow then, in halting English, confirmed that Fulala was indeed from the Wodaabe people. The slavers targeted their char for their stunner, they were worth a fortune to them. He explained that Fulala wanted to tell me of her gratitude for her rescue, She had come to realise that all blank people were not evil after all, just the slavers. Her fear was for what would go of her. Could I keep her as a servant or something, just so long as she could quell with me ?

She looked crestfallen when I explained that this wouldn't be possible, as I was a wait on police officer in the Royal US Navy. She took my bridge player, her centre beseeching, my heart went out to her, but what could I do ?

The owner, his epithet was William Fergus, invited us to stay a few Day, if we could. He would take great pleasure in showing us over the plantation. I was in no hurry to return, my captain wouldn't arrive for at least another five mean solar day, or even more.

Fulala remained behind, she wanted to bear on speaking with our translator, whilst I rode with William. The sights were indeed spectacular, just as William had promised, especially at the coast. I thought this was an island I could happily dwell on.

Back at the house in meter for dinner party, I was shocked to see Fulala approach dressed in a gorgeous and brightly coloured attire. She said"Kanu,"pointing at the translator.

Kanu confirmed that his wife had insisted on making the little girl decent in front of God-fearing people. I couldn't agree More, as I looked at Fulala, she was just so beautiful.

She looked at me,"Hello, Jim,"She did a twirl, then paused to think,"Like ?"A pensive feel on her face. Her Word, albeit, just a few, were in English, Kanu had been busy and I was delighted.

I took her hands, pulled her closer and kissed her on the cheek,"Hello Fulala, you look so lovely, yes I like."

Both she and Kanu looked extremely proud of with themselves.

Over dinner, I enquired of William, as to what amount of money of money I might involve to buy a small orchard, that is if there even were such a billet available.

The amount he mentioned, did not particularly instigate me with any confidence that there was any opening of my raising the kind of sums involved.

Later following a pleasant evening and after brandy, taken along with my tobacco pipe, we retired to our respective way. I lay for some clip pondering on my hereafter. What did I want ? Where was I going in life ? And so on. I had been glad with my career in the Navy, but I knew that I was in a rut. There was niggling chance of promotion, with no war being fought, what with EU in a state of awkward truce, I saw picayune vista of bettering myself. Maybe it was time to change focal point. I was by no mean rich people, yes I had prize monies owed me, and the capture of the slavers would add to that, but was it enough ?

I saw rather than heard my door open, Fulala peered through the gap,"Please"she said.

In reply to my nod, she closed the threshold behind her and ran quietly barefoot to me."hello Jim"it didn't seem to quite fit the situation, but it was Nice none-the-less.

She dropped the gaberdine she was wearing, then lifting the covers she was beside me, her injury had improved immensely, so now she lay on her back and she pulled me to her.

My lips found hers, it was a long osculation, before she pulled my face to her bare breasts, for me to wrap up them in kisses.

Her hand went straight between my branch, to snarf my pecker, then she massaged me, bringing animation and a rapidly rising urge.

Roughly, she pushed my head down towards her thighs, whilst pulling my own towards her face. For a moment it was an ill at ease manoeuvre, then my mouth were at her slit and hers found me, as our consistency now faced each early side by side.

My cock was swallowed trench in her rima oris, as my digit separated the flaps between her second joint, I could see the whiteness inside, that contrasted with her tegument. My tongue delved as deep as it could, I wanted to savour her, I wanted to go up inside her. I licked up between her rim to arrive at her button, it seemed big to my tongue than it had to my finger, soon it hardened under the my caress.

Two digit were now inside her, feeling her, teasing her and pleasing her. My manus felt the wet, almost pouring from within, her second joint gripped my head, squeezing voiceless. I sensed my metre was coming, so I lifted my face away and turned my consistence. I lay her flat tire, with me on top of her

Her legs spread broad to come across me as I lowered myself into her, the wetness smoothed the way, as I sunk deep inside her vagina. She bucked her hips up to assemble my poking, as we fucked each other.

"Jim, Jim, Jim,"was all she said, then she was moaning softly, her fingers pulling my hairsbreadth. Just as she always did, her body tensed, so I knew her climax was close.

Her hips thrust hard at me, we lost the tempo but it didn't affair, she started to escape from under me, the moan became an animate being like growl. I tried to fuck harder, but her stage wrapped me in their embrace, pulling me and holding me deep. I could feel her inside milking me as I came, even in my flood tide I saw the Brobdingnagian satisfied grin on her look. She pulled my cheek to hers,"Jim, I love."

The next day, William suggested that Fulala should stay there, while I returned to capital of Barbados. He said Kanu and his married woman were willing to give birth her stay with them. And besides, Kanu had been trying to teach her some English.

She clung to my hands, even when I had mounted, binge in her eyes as she spoke in her own voice communication."Don't worry, Fulala, I'll be back soon, you'll be ok here."She didn't understand me, but she did look a lilliputian happier, perhaps it was the gentleness with which I spoke.

The Captain's ship arrived the next day, along with the other slaver. I reported on board and appraised the Captain of the aid the regulator's staff had given, and that the ex-slaves were being well looked after.

He frowned when told of Fulala's whereabouts, asking what on land did I think I was doing, was I being fairly to her, allowing her to perhaps be reading something into her situation that I couldn't possibly deliver.

It was at that moment, I realised what I wanted. It was the trigger I needed. I could resign my perpetration and easily get an progression against my dirty money money.

I went ashore to the peak agentive role federal agency. He was capable to advise, as to approximately what my credit currently stood at, based on the swag money listing. Although he thought it could well be double that, once dues were added from later prizes.

My next call was to a plantation sales event federal agent, he was trusted he could point me something that would fulfill my needs and more importantly, be within my budget, there were three hypothesis ready for my inspection should I so wish. I promised that I would be in touch as soon as I could.

spine at the plantation, I could see no planetary house of Fulala but found William on his veranda. I explained to him my thoughts, he said the agent was honest and could be trusted, within rationality anyway.

He knew which were potential to be two of the properties, one quite close by, not large but viable, it would get an income, not sufficient to make anyone rich, not by any mean, but that with surd work, it could prosper. He said the plantation was being worked under a lease understanding but that the star sign were currently empty.

I asked if I might adopt Kanu tomorrow, for the day.

We took the snare, and half an hour later, Kanu pointed to a somewhat overgrown thrust. Turning a corner and the house came into view, I stopped to stare. It wasn't a huge home but it was totally charming. A lick of paint here and there, and it would be restored to life.

I pushed the doors open, the hallway was bigger than I expected, the furnishings were covered with material, as they turned out to be in all of the rooms. It was almost gear up and waiting for an occupier.

I asked Kanu to hold back in the hall, Fulala and I toured the house, we took in every elbow room, soon

I found myself more excited at the prospect that this could become my family. I suddenly noticed that Fulala was wearing a stupefy scowl. She pointed at me,"Jim, you ?"Then pointed to the house.

I took her workforce,"Jim and Fulala."She studied my face, her own showing different emotions.

I shouted for Kanu, then told him what I wanted him to say.

"Fulala will you marry me and inhabit here with me ?"

She spoke to Kanu, a very dangerous look on her face. Kanu laughed, whilst I looked perplexed.

Then he explained,"Wodaabe men have to paint face and flavor like pretty girl before they can win women to be married, it is their way."

She spoke again, and Kanu translated,"She say you are not pretty man, but big firm man. She think you do not ask paint face to earn her happy. She also said some other things, but it is not proper for me to say. I think you must ask her yourself when she can mouth right English."

I looked from Kanu to her, she had a sly smile on her case as she ran into my arms.

"Fulala love Jim, is you love Fulala ?"Her English needed employment but it was a outset !

The end .