The jungle transporters terminal is not too big, but a very picturesque place. Everywhere palm trees grow, under the ceiling - real live lianas. In places, live parrots sit on the branches, specially bred and trained to mimic tourists in a fun way. There are no monkeys, and rightly so. Jungle monkeys are dirty people and thieves who can instantly sneak a necklace from a woman’s neck, or an expensive watch from a man’s wrist. So the terminal was reasonably isolated from them. But in the evenings the light in the building was muffled, and you could see moths fluttering upstairs, a meter from the head.

It was a fantastic sight, so I loved to appear here at night. Fly and fly away in those moments when the butterflies wake up - this is my favorite happy omen. Several dozens of luminous multicolored fluttering insects (many of them were half-palm-sized) calmly pattered over the heads of tourists, sometimes their wings were woven into a complex multidimensional pattern, and movements were strangely arranged. Watch for butterflies could be for hours. It was so beautiful that I never saw, heard or read in any corner of the Network that any bastard beast would allow itself to harm the Jungle terminal and its inhabitants. It simply did not occur to anyone, not even unknowing drug traffickers and drunkards ... However, they were not allowed to come here, sifting out at the entrance.

Our flight was to take place in an hour and a half, and I specifically booked tickets with such an advance. I didn’t want to run headlong, and Jess deserved a detailed and leisurely tour of the Jungle sights.

I have not lost. The girl was in such children's delight that I involuntarily broke into a smile. She jumped up, loudly slapping her slates, trying to reach the butterflies with her hands, gently stroking the parrots, who trustingly whispered in her ear some secrets of the universe. I tried to get on one of the palm trees, but I shook her finger.

- Tear the dress, get down.

I took a camera out of my backpack, and started adjusting the parameters for shooting in the dark.

- Better sit under a tree, I'll take a few frames for memory.

- Great! - Chocolat immediately sat down under a palm tree right on the floor with her legs crossed. I sat down and clung to the vizir. He clicked the shutter a couple of times, displayed the result on the screen. It turned out pretty.

- Sit on a palm tree canopy, tilt your head slightly to the right and back, lift your chin, straighten your back. Put your hands on your knees. - I began to advise, since I had enough experience in shooting models.

The girl complied, and I squatted around her, making shots from different angles. I gradually increased the focal length, and focused attention on the eyes, on the chest, then captured in the frame of a parrot. The latter noticed that I was shooting and importantly sulked, and after ten shots, Jess fluttered at all on his shoulder. I don’t know how it caused such unconditional trust of the bird, but the parrot seemed to be completely calm on her shoulder.

I clicked this new composition five times, and then I took the opportunity to "telepath" Jess. That is, sent her a mental message:

_Tree hem dress_

The black woman smiled dazzlingly into the lens, and I automatically made a close-up portrait of her sophisticated face. Then he reduced the focal length, shifted the point of focus much lower - on her legs. Fortunately, there were almost no visitors to the terminal in this part of the building, and we could afford an erotic photo session ... Or at least a hint of it.The shutter click, the frame shift a little to the right, click again, change of focus, click again ... I played with depth of field, tried to emphasize her smile and seductive forms as much as possible ... Jess, knowing full well that I want to develop, dropped the slates with legs and at the same time, as if by chance, shook her shoulder. One of the straps of the dress slipped dangerously, practically exposing her left breast. I continued to shoot until I went to the side of my model, and I didn’t catch a good backlight from a street lamp that traced the outline of Jess’s bare legs. So she seemed unearthly and defenseless, with her head bowed and a parrot who unobtrusively twitched her earlobe.

_ Bend your knees in one direction and separate them so that your pussy is visible_ - I demanded.

Jess, without changing her posture, instantly performed the necessary transformations with her legs. I tirelessly "shot", anticipating in advance how cool pictures can be obtained after appropriate processing. It is not a shame to hang on the wall in my mansion, where everything is located that reminds me of the brightest and sunk in my soul days.

I concentrated on her crotch, focused and made five shots, then I could not resist and said:

- You're a horny Chocolate.

- I'm your depraved Chocolat. And I like it - Jess beamed a naughty white-toothed smile. She ran her fingers over her shoulder, looking slightly to the side. I shot at a frequency of two or three frames per second. The left shoulder strap of her dress finally fell, and I imprinted on the camera's matrix the beautiful black breast of a black woman, along with her smooth black crotch and sexy long legs. Jess slowly ran a palm over her bare boob, gently tickled her nipple with her finger, squeezed her chest in her fist, and looked into the camera, smiling. Naturally, her every movement remained filmed by me. Finally, I realized that I was starting to go crazy with desire. And he said resolutely:

- All Jess ... I think that's enough. Otherwise, I will not restrain myself and start to harass you right somewhere in one of the local toilets ... Not that it was so bad, but I am not a fan of toilet sex. And we can not be late for boarding. What time is it now?

Jess obediently straightened her legs, put on her shoes, straightened the strap of her dress and said:

“Check-in will start in fifteen minutes, master.” - And without any transition, - did you like how I posed?

- Highly. You are a born model. I think when we arrive I will do many thousands of blows with you. In clothes and without it. On the street and inside all sorts of different buildings. You can anticipate. - I grinned.

While I was packing the camera in a backpack, the girl came up to me (for once her steps in the slates were audible on the mirror floor of the terminal) and firmly hugged me from the back, burying my lips in my neck.

- you what? - I turned around in surprise.

“Nothing ...” She said softly in her gentle voice. “It's just that I feel so good with you that I don’t know how to put it in words.” You are so cool, make-believe and dreamer. And so domineering, prudent and cruel ... And you swear so dirty in bed that I almost finish with this one ...

- And you like my dick, right slut?

- Exactly, master. You have a very cool dick. - Shamelessly she whispered in my ear, why I almost finished, right here, on the spot. - And I adore, when you ruthlessly fuck me, fuck every hole and cut it with the last words, like a whore ...

- I see, Jess. You're just a dirty, nympho nymph who likes being raped and beaten. I was lucky to stumble on such a fucking bitch like you. - I quietly stretched out my hand to her under the hem, and tightly pinched the clitoris.

She immediately closed her eyes and bit her lip so as not to scream at the entire terminal, and I held it for a couple of seconds and let go. The girl breathed deeply and hard.

“Good girl,” I turned to her, kissed her tightly and hugged her. - You are beautiful, clever, and ... just my favorite slave.

We podgrebli to the reception desk just at the moment when the message about its beginning was highlighted on the scoreboard.I handed over my bag and jesin the suitcase in the luggage (she took her magazines). We quickly went through registration and headed towards control. I heard some terrible talk that less than a hundred years ago, people were forced to undress and take off their shoes during customs clearance, and that’s all ...