Despite her brothers' protection she still felt uneasy even after a few weeks. She had to look behind her every time, she was rarely left alone. The l...ttle scar was slowly healing but the physical violation was taking its toll most nights.One warm evening she came back to the house to find it empty. Javier and Marco had obviously thought she'd be out longer or had gone to pick her up. Well they'd be here shortly she thought nervously. As she walked into her room and felt a presence. Within. Yeeessss, that’s it, just there. Ohhhhh, myyyyy, Goooood. I’m cuming again, I’m going to cum again.”She hung onto the sides of his head as she pushed her crotch onto his face so he could drink her offerings. She could hear the creaming sounds coming from his overworked tongue and lips.With one hand still holding her small arse, he stuck two long fingers of the other hand deep inside her and at the same time bit down on the bud of her clit. She screamed again as her juices flowed and. One of his hands thumped on the roof of my car.I felt him brush against my gag reflex once more and I held it there. My throat wanted to react, but I waited. Slowly, patiently, I pushed him past that barrier in my throat that was trying to keep him from going any deeper. I felt my neck swell as he gradually slid deeper down. I climbed my face down his shaft with my lips like I was slurping spaghetti until my nose touched his pelvis and his heavy balls rested on my chin.I did it. I managed to. I could see dried blood all around her ass and pussy, so I assume that she had been raped by Indians after her husband had been tortured to death. Indians habitually mate in this position, so I guessed that was why she was tied the way she was. The question was why was she still alive? Under normal circumstances, she would be dead, but the Indians had left her alive. Was she bait in a trap?That thought made me even more alert, if that was possible. The woman was moaning and crying, so much so.