Bill was fucking my face fast and hard and grunting, and I was on my knees as a willing receptacle for his cock, his cum, or anything he wanted to put...in my mouth. I was continuing to gag and choke a little. My face had never been fucked like this before. Bill stopped, removed his cock from my mouth and opened a drawer from a small side table. I slid off of the couch on to my knees, gasping for air and wondered if I did something wrong. Bill produced a small brown bottle. I knew they were. “We know that the bad men have made you help them through threats and violence. My people are not here to do the same to your people. We are here to put an end to it. Do you understand this?”The old man looked about nervously for a moment or two before nodding his head to indicate that he did understand.“Are you afraid that the bad men will come back and hurt your people?” I asked softly, feeling the anxiety emanating from the old man.The old man nodded his head ‘yes’ once again, still refusing. Again, I started kissing her from head to toe, kissed her boobs above her dress and made my way to her thighs, then her feet, with all the passion I licked her feet fingers one by one, the widen her legs, her panty was wet, I kissed that wet spot, and removed her panty. Her virgin pink pussy was in front of me, completely shaven. I teased her by licking the side areas of her pussy, she could not handle it and hold my hairs and put my face on her pussy, I licked her upper portion with all the. He had the inkling that Juan had a thick dick, ‘but what the hell’ I thought, ‘so be it.’“Do you want to see my pinga?” Juan then asked.“Sure,” Marty replied, with nonchalance.With a roguish smile on his face, Juan informed Marty that he was a personal friend of the owner of the establishment and that he had the use of a private room upstairs.Nonplussed, Marty next followed him as he led them to that private room.When they got there, Juan embraced and commenced kissing Marty.Marty was really.