Hesitantly I moved closer and said “okay” she moved closer to me breaking what little distance we had left I felt her perfectly shaped ass press a...ainst my dick I put my hand on her side and pulled her while I rubbed my dick up against her without thinking about it she looked back at me and whispered “I love you” as she moved my hand up her shirt until I was grasping her breasts my dick getting harder by the second I thought to myself “This is some sort of trick right” “come on Alex” she said. All of a sudden I am upstairs in the VIP lounge shouting the name of a song into a young woman’s ear. Now I am at a different club entirely, talking with a beautiful mother of two. She is saying something about having a ladies weekend away from the family. I remember checking my moral compass then casually slipping it back into my coat pocket. We are on the dance floor really getting into it. She whispers something about making her friends jealous so don’t hold back. As I look down her shirt. Was that not called a mesa in the States? It would be hard here to travel unnoticed and no room for detours. But on the other hand was this not already the border? Was that not safety? Vasili was given directions to the house of someone who seemed to be the person to talk to if you needed help crossing the desert. They entered a compound where they were hushed into a semi dark room where an old man was sitting on cushions on the ground smoking a water pipe. They were offered some cushions to. She was already wet and aching for more, she couldn't deny it. "Please what?" He asked her, voice deep and crooning. One hand worked away, around and around her clit. Sending flicks and twitches of pleasure through her body. The other, two fingers pressing against her sex, stretching her slightly before withdrawing. "Please don't stop there!" She squeaked out, slightly more desperate than she intended. Her hips pressing up off the couch, wanting more of his touch. The ache in her stomach.