In a too-cheery voice as we were taxiing toward the terminal, the pilot said, “Welcome to El Paso. It’s eleven-twenty and the temperature is a ple...sant one oh two.”Logistics. It was Lina Paloma and me headed toward a Tornillo, Texas face-off with the United States Department of Health and Human Services. Specifically with their Office of Refugee Resettlement.Hmm ... refugee resettlement. Innocuous-sounding term for ripping families asunder.I had started the trip with Lina because, first of all,. It was a very strange conversation in that he asked bizarre questions and that he didn't want to negotiate a plan - he wanted to just specify what could keep me from getting beaten.They were questions about if I had ever had sex with a girl? With a boy? How often I jacked off? Was I really a fag? Or did I just look that way? A few comments about things. I dressed like I was wearing my sisters clothes - did I try on her skirts? My lips looked ideal to suck cock, had I ever done that? When I said. Her long back and the cheeks of her ass faced me. Something though, didn't quite work. I undid her bun and brushed her hair to the side of her face. My friend, beautiful in her exposure, trusted me so. It took effort to keep my secret from showing itself, and I took out my own tension with a paddle first. Each impact on her cheeks made Alina cry in pleasure. Moaning drove me even more wild and more wet within. That's when I went at her back with a flogger. My lashing began with a light touch,. As I felt myself getting closer to cumming she felt my cock throbbing and pulsing inside of her hot opening.“Please don’t cum inside me!” she beggedI hadn’t planned on it but I don’t think she knew why yet.As I felt myself cross the point of no return I pulled out and with a couple of strokes on my wet sticky shaft I shot load after load of hot sticky cum all over her back. I think she was relieved that I had pulled out and that it was over. Little did she know that I wasn’t going anywhere and.