Since every immigrant population is preyed on by some underground organization, I wanted to be sure there wasn't some local Pakistani thug selling pro...ection.First of all I didn't know if there was such a thing. I called around and found out there was no national crime family, but local groups of thugs did sell protection. The only ones they could protect them from was themselves. So I needed to see if he was paying protection and his son was killed by the thugs.There was a young Pakistani girl. I took out my knife, cut the thongs of the bags around the raider's necks, and put them in my pocket with the rest of them. I also picked up the two spears they were carrying and threw them behind me to collect later. I don't know why I was collecting these items, I just felt that I had to. I turned to approach the women, but by this time they had seen Ide and Jane, and realized that I was a savior and meant them no harm.The thongs were cut from the women's hands, and the women's clothing was. Once Beaver had opened the doors and got into the driver’s seat I looked around and saw the same 2 workers from the cafe. They were walking our way so I waited until they go close then reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it right up and off me. I smiled at the men, threw my dress in the back seat and climbed into the car.“Oh my gawd Areola, I can’t believe that you just did that. Are you going to stay like that all the way to the campsite?”“Probably.” I replied.“Why didn’t I think of. They always made her wet but most of the girls were plastic and you could tell that they were faking it. When left to her own imagination, Lisa's fantasies revolved around real women, real women who looked like Shelly or Pamela. Strong, confident and, yes, butch women were what Lisa was drawn to and standing in front of her was the chance to fulfill her deepest fantasy."Well now you have the opportunity," Shelly said reading the young woman's mind. She grazed the back of her hand across the.