Q: I have a difficult time imagining that a father would actually sell -- let alone give away – his own daughter, knowing that she was to be used ...s a sex slave.A: Ah, well, you’re thinking like a Westerner again. Asian and Middle Eastern societies don’t have a problem with that.Q: What about your European “acquisitions?”A: Most of the females sold to the slavers in Europe are by a neighbor, or a family friend or “trusted uncle” or someone. Rarely do European fathers sell their. Two days without sex for me was definitely a torture. My pussy never felt this good and alive.“You starved your mother for two days. I need you inside me right now.” I demanded.I got my leg down from the chair and I started to help him get his shirt off. My son didn’t waste any time either. He got up and started unbuckling his belt, and then taking off his pants. I was almost tempted to just rip out the buttons and pull his shirt out of him. My pussy was calling for my son’s dick and I can’t. I gently removed his hand and said that he should watch the road. A few times I adjusted my skirt exposing a bit more of skin which clearly turned him on even more.When we finally arrived to a place where we were quite sure nobody will see us (it was a patch of a forest very close to a ridge where people rarely go) we started kissing. It took only moments for me to lose my hoodie. I wore no bra that day and his hands were all over my top. I couldn't wait anymore when he slid his hand under and. True to her technique, Helen backed away and stripped off her clothes. Meanwhile, I applied my best AMP method and very lightly tickled, scratched and caressed his balls. I finally wrapped my hand around his dick, which was semi hard and about 7 inches long. I cupped his nuts and stroked him nice and slow: his cock grew rock hard. When Helen assumed her position behind him on the bed, I stood up, got totally naked and moved beside him where Helen had been. While she did her magic, I.