The only woman waiting table in the small dining room had to be fifty years old. Then I heard someone call her Ruth. Wilson obviously knew her age, I ...as gonna kick him in the ass, when I got home to New Wales.Ms. Paulson my name is Sylvia Porter is there somewhere could we talk please. It about Antonio Garcia, and it is important." I said."It will have to be here unless you want to wait till 10PM." I didn't want to give her time to alert Antonio just in case she knew where he was. If you don't. I left my hotel after dark and was a little scared when I left the main street by the seaside and entered the living areas behind that. There were no other tourists and I felt like I stuck out. Probably did. After some minutes I met the guy standing by the road side. He made himself known and I walked up to him. Strange to meet somebody that I only knew by the picture of his erected cock.He asked me to wait a couple of minutes and then follow him into a house a couple of metres down the road.. .. Constancia..." Nena said starting to sob softly..."please don't make me do this!"Constancia repeated her command and added, "If I have to tell you again, every single one of the men in this room is going to have his way with you any way he wants. Now do it!"Nena hesitatingly did as she was told, her legs slowly parting open, the outer lips of vagina, slightly puffy and pink, in clear view to all. John stared hard at Nena's still moist cunt, taking in the thick pubic hair, the swollen lips. It's just really cute you care so much." I quickly look around. "Milan," I sneer at him. "Don't call me cute out here. I mean it!" He raises an eyebrow. "So I can call you cute once we're inside?" I sigh. "Whatever." He laughs. Needless to say, our walk back is filled with much less laughter and chatting. I suddenly feel like I'm being watched. As if everyone around me knows what we've been doing. It embarrasses me to think they know everything. It makes me nauseous. Dizzy. My breathing becomes.