His breath wheezed as we hurried up the main staircase to his suite. We entered the master bedroom and he asked me my name and how old I was"Alicia, A...icia Garonne sir, and I'm twelve years old. I'll be thirteen in three months' time".All lies of course. My mother changed our names each time we arrived in a new area of operations. We seldom stayed longer than three months, always at the best hotel in town where we would hold conferences in our suite until such time as the wealthy clients. While she drove, we were now in more open space. I looked out at huge farms with long rows of various vegetables growing as far as I could see. Every few rows had huge hoses spinning and spraying long arching gushes of water over the acres of crops. I remembered seeing the trickling Colorado River and knew it had been diverted to irrigate these fields. I was aware of the world's water crisis and saw how these ignorant practices came from greed and desperation. It hurt to think where it was all. ” She let go of Aprils throat which she had been holding with her left hand and slapped her with her right. April stumbled slightly but didn’t fall. Sara then slapped upwards between the other girls legs hitting all the sensitive areas. April gasped then and I saw her eyes start to water. I was still lying on the bed getting increasingly turned watching these two. My cock was hardening as I watched Sara bite Aprils breast again and then pull and twist. Her other hand was between Aprils legs. He was grunting, growling, and thrusting away into my asshole and calling me every dirty name under the sun.The initial pain soon passed, and I now have the most amazing feeling in my ass. It had been a few weeks since I was with such an enthusiastic fucker. Each stroke felt like it was enough to get Farooq’s cum gushing inside me. But on and on, he fucked me, hard, with the sweat pouring down his handsome face.My cock was hard again. Farooq reached for it now and started to stroke it, matching.