They collected bribes from their kinsfolks saying that they would let them free, but they were all turned in sex slaves . The sobs and laments togethe... with the horrifying stories about their sexual abuse by hundreds and hundreds of be wildered and lust full Turks and Turkish policemen during months and months before been deportated to some rape camp or delivered to the Kurd brigands to serve them as sex object and household keeper, not be able to protect themselves against all sorts of sexual. At least it didn’t taste as bad as it smelled. My lungs were screaming in pain for air when he finished coming down my throat. Yet he remained motionless, with his legs pressing hard against the back of my head and dick deep down my throat as it slowly shrunk.I was just about to pass out when he finally relaxed his legs from around my head and I finally managed to get my gagging under control and catch my breath. Finally spent, it seemed, he back up and slid his cock out of my mouth, all. Ab bhabi mujhe kuch alag tarah se dekh raha the aur kah rahi thi ki aap bahut saitan ho but maine kah diya ki bura na mano holi hai.to unhone kuch nahi kaha aur mai vaha se chala gaya. Sab jagah ise tarah se maaza le kar mai vapas gher aa gaya to maine dekha ki puri coloney ke log bahar holi khel rahe the.sari bhabi,aur girls holi khel rahi thi.bahut aacha lag raha tha tabhi vaha pani dalne ki suruat ho gaye .ab sab bhabio aur girls par pani daal rahe the.mai bhi pani daal raha tha aur ise me. "Sorry, sir." The junior high punk dropped at my feet with a handful of paper towels. Anyone coming past would take a nasty fall from the slippery concoction.In the next row of projects, a plain-looking young lady slouched at her cardboard display. She was extremely skinny, no meat on the bones at all. Her hair was flat and greasy, with one strand draped across her forehead. She smiled. Crooked teeth to match. I turned my attention to the tri-fold cardboard display, adorned with the familiar.