Seeing her thigh tremble asthe cold feel of my crop strokes her bare flesh on her upper thigh, above thestocking tops, the first blow catching her pal... skin hard but not as hard asI would of liked, her body jolted as the shock sunk through the drunkenness,Her yelp of pain echoed slightly around the room, pressing myself hard to herass as I silenced her pain with a ball gag, letting my crop stroke up the innerthigh, then over the black panties along her crease of cant lips, her sighof pleasure. Would I ever get home to my family again?A woman came over from a cook fire and checked my tied hands. "You American, you hostage. Hold for ransom. Your company pay much money to get you back. Soon you write letter." I stared back at her and said nothing. I knew it wouldn't do any good to whine or beg. I turned over and went to sleep right where I was.I was in fairly good shape and young enough to survive anything if it wasn't too strenuous. There was nothing I could do, so I determined I would. But he didn’t, which enabled Susan to start giving him a proper blow-job. Gripping the boy’s cock at its base, she pushed the thin, hard rod into her mouth—it just reached the back of her throat. This was a novelty for Susan: she was so used to having her husband’s thick long dick in her mouth, pushing its way down her throat, choking her wonderfully, that the relative smallness of Timmy’s cock was a pleasant new feeling. “Mmmmm,” she murmured, warming to her task. She started bobbing her head. Is this space taken?”“Yes, it is. But it looks like she may have found her way back to it.”“Yes, she is.” She kissed him again, with more passion. “Thank you, Joe. For being so patient and supportive and loving and caring and trusting in my love for you. I am sorry it is taking so long for me. I can’t explain the emotions, the confusion, the feeling of loss.” She put her chin on his chest. “If this could happen to me, with all the sexual experience I have, I can’t even imagine what an innocent.