Jessica noticed and asked me what the problem was. Her response was something that kept me on my toes, as she alluded to me being well taken care of, ...ut nothing more than that. If nothing else, the fantasies I was coming up with were good.Tim drove over to the apartment, and the four of us got into the van. When we arrived, Jackie and her husband were pulling some food out of their car."Now why wasn't I asked to bring something?" Theresa asked, slightly miffed."You were, remember?" Jessica. " Oh, young woman here today in Singapore, we are 'libertied' about sex." You mean liberated?" Oh, yes, that is correct word for it. Liberated. We do what our bodies tell us now. Not what our mothers tell us. That makes it more fun for us and," she laughed, "for you, especially American men we like." Why Americans?" I asked."Because of what I am feeling inside me right now. Full, full of nice American man," she said as she wiggled her butt under me smiling so prettily up at me."You like Asian. He tenderized my ass up and down each cheek. I imagined spoon-sized marks raining down on my already pink ass.The humiliating questions continued. "Are you a spoiled slut?" ("Yes, Sir.)”Do you deserve to be punished like a bad dog?" ("Yes Sir. Thank You, Sir!") He gave me a brief merciful break when He let me suck His cock. I did so, gratefully, and took it deeply. He grasped my hair and pressed his cock deep inside my throat. He didn’t let me taste His cum though I begged for it. He made me. Jessica gave a short laugh and pressed a finger against his anus. Hiscock started to spasm, so she knew it was time.She lay back down in the middle, mouth open, legs spread. She rubbed hertits once, and then spoke."Make me your cream pie, sugars." As the words left her lips, handsunclenched their cocks and streams of semen sprayed against her body.She felt her nipples get covered by the warm fluid; she felt some sprayall over her pussy lips, and up to her bush and throbbing clit. Hermouth was.