.aaahhhh. .uff. maja . .aa. ..raha. he..raja. .usssss. aahhhh. ummmm. .ohhhhh”Thodi der aese hi maje lene ke bad vo khadi ho gai aur mujse kehne lag... ab tu chod muje bana le apni biwi.Me khada hua to usne thodi der mera land chusa aur dalne ka ishara kiya. Mene land ka topa chut pe set kiya aur piche se dhakka diya land ekhi dhakke me andar chala gaya vo chilla padi. “ooooufff. shabas mere raja” me aese hi tagde shot marne laga pata nahi mujme kaha se itna jos aagaya tha bahot maja aa raha. I moved the knickers to my nose and breathed deeply, inhaling the sweet musk that lingered in the fabric of the crotch. I’d never felt so close to her; her scent inside me: filling my nostrils, my lungs.My hand wrapped around my cock; it was achingly hard. Stroking, tugging my foreskin back and forth; keeping to a steady pace. Her eyes were on it, watching me masturbate. I worked my cock harder, my balls bouncing as I experienced the first cramp of sexual joy. I slowed the pace, let the heat. "Do? Me? I will do nothing. It is you who will do everything. Everything I say." You can't get away with it. Our families know we're down here. They'll send the police looking for us," Renee lied desperately."Tch, tch, senorita! Your friend, she told me everything. That you two are here alone. And you told no one you would come to a filthy place like Tijuana."He nodded wisely and smiled. "Si, maybe when you don't go to school in two weeks, maybe they look for you. Maybe in Los Angeles, no? That. If theytold me why I was being arrested it didn't seep through to my consciousmind.They sat me down with a number in front of me and a camera. Then theytook my picture. Except it wasn't my picture. It was HER picture. Theymade me turn my head. Except it wasn't my head. It was HERS.And then they took my fingerprints, making me foul the ends of myfingers with black ink and imprint it onto a form.Now, in the cell, I stared down at those dirty fingers.They weren't mine. This wasn't me. None of this.