"Italiano?" said one of the men.Rubina nodded violently, hoping in vain that help might be at hand. The man approached the rostrum and reached out a h...nd towards her, and she tried valiantly to press herself forwards to him. His hand grasped her belly and a finger was thrust into her vagina."Hmm," the man debated with himself, sniffing his finger, "Italiano. Puta."The auctioneer said something in Arabic which Rubina did not understand and the bidders laughed. Then the auctioning of this. You see, I am a professional translator and I usually work on translating documents from French to Spanish or Spanish to French. I am a fourth generation American, my parents died when I was young, after the death of my parents I was sent to live in Canada with an aunt that spoke mostly French. I even attended a French school there.When I was fourteen my aunt died and I had to go and live with my grandmother (on my dad side) in a small town a few hundred miles from San Diego. She was Spanish. Ingrid whispered, "You're not to cum, Moll," and as her body stiffened, her juices spewed from her cunt soaking Moll's face and spilling down her breasts. Moll slowed her pace but continued a slow steady humping of my thigh as Ingrid pulled her face even deeper into her cunt as she rode out her orgasm. Ingrid held Moll close while she recovered but then backed away from her. "Face each other, girls," she told Moll and me. "Kiss each other and finger each other."I pulled my thigh from under. He gets most of his clothes for work from top shop or H&M, I've seen him in there some saturdays. Recently he has been wearing poloshirts as the summer sun is coming through and it was then I noticed his strong, toned arms.Until that point I was oblivious to his body but then I started to explore him with my eyes, imagining how toned his chest was, knowing he was muscly but in a nice way, not too big, just fit and strong. Then I had a thought if he was strong then he might be better fun than.