She could feel the men as they pulled her panties off............."What? Shethought, as she began to wake. I don't have any cloths on. Am I dreaming, ...rwhat?" she thought as her sleep was disturbed by the whispers of a man. Thenshe realized, "This isn't a dream anymore." She opened her eyes to see twostrange men at the foot of the bed, and one of them was sniffing herpanties. She started to scream out, then just before she did, she saw thegun tucked in the waist of one of the men's pants. Then. Everybody spied on everybody else. The village was an ideal place for secret meetings, undercover activities, and the black market. Geneviève took advantage of it all. She was smart and smiled at everyone. She lived on the second floor of the large store. A third floor was occupied by three large bedrooms that her parents used to rent out to borders. These rooms came in handy. Geneviève could be trusted to keep a secret. She heard nothing, saw nothing, said nothing. She benefitted from her. “Look at what they’re doing now!” I whispered. The trio had changed around, and the blonde,with fairly large breasts, was giving the man a goodtit-fuck. The brunette had her face deep between theblonde’s legs. Julie was watching, but her hips wererocking back against me with such an erotic movement,that I knew I had to enter her soon, or risk coming onthe glass! My hands moved to Julie’s hips, and Isteadied her as I moved the head. The twogirls had olive skin though Gemma’s was the lighter. Her faintlyoriental features gave her a cute yet sexually provocative appearance.Her long black hair was still a little damp like Aisha’s. The other girlhad the smouldering features of an Asian pussy cat. Her brown eyesdarted between Peter’s face and the bundle of attachments that werestill being guarded by his white boxer shorts. One hand rested betweenhis legs protectively, the stirrings of an erection making his heartbeat and his.