“Oh, you mean masturbate? I would love to do that, sweetheart. I’m so damn wet already, it should be easy.” And with that, her fingers promptly ...ent to work. I watched from the corner of my eye, mesmerized, as she toyed along her slit, grinding her thong into her sopping pussy, the tip of her finger streaking along her clit. She abandoned her aura of teasing as her lust overtook her and her groans began to fill the car: her body settled back and down into the seat, she pushed her pants down. " I explained my injuries and expected recovery time, and they made all the expected noises in sympathy. We had a wonderful visit including dinner, when Roberta got on her phone and ordered steaks delivered with all the trimmings."How long are you in town? There isn't much here, but I can let you use my awful efficiency apartment if you need a bed tonight." We were finished eating, and they looked restless.Fran and Roberta frowned when I offered my little apartment. "We are here for the. Leaning down, her mouth close to my ear, she whispered, "You like that don't you, bitch? You love feeling my fingers sliding in and out of your ass, stretching your tight little hole, don't you?" As she said this, she thrust hard, burying both fingers completely inside my hole and holding them there for a moment before continuing to thrust. My breath left my mouth in a low moan and I heard myself mumble, "Yes, I-I like it." "I knew you would, Brian; you're such a naughty little slut-boy." With. She did not like it, but she was also fucking an infidel and working at a brothel secretly. I walked over to her body and slid my inside her pants to feel that tight pussy one last time. This is goodbye from the first and only man who ever entered here. When I finished fondling her, I dragged her to one of the empty rooms and placed a sheet over her body. I did not remove her cloth. Malva was a refugee from Syria, she sold her self to traffickers so her family could leave that war torn.