She had flopped down in her chair, determined to write back at least five times, but nothing had come of it. Finally, she told herself that she needed...to call Tom soon, even just as a courtesy, but that she had to write to Miguel first. Dear Miguel, My finals have come to a close at last, and the sweet taste of summer is almost on my tongue. It seems impossible that it’s only been nine months since I was last on the streets of Caracas. The weather here makes me think of racing each other down. As I made my way to the exit I could see her sitting with some friends at a table near the door.I tried hard to keep my eyes down on the floor as I made my way to the front of the shop. I couldn’t cope with looking into those eyes even from a distance. I was trying so hard not to look at her I bumped into a guy walking into the cafe.I went flying and landed on my rump with my handbag falling onto the floor.The next thing I knew a cool hand was offered to me to help me up of the floor. I took. A man and his gang that Grace knew well. Seeing him again caused her to freeze up in terror. The cause of all her misery looked at his old slave and grinned whilst Grace's enslaved mother rushed off the man that was fucking her and tried to reach her daughter but was tackled to the ground by a large thug before she got anywhere near Grace. He dragged the hot milf back to the centre of the room where ten men continued to have their way with her.Their boss looked on from his chair, staring at. All in all she caught my attention and I wanted to try my luck with her. But she was talking to a guy and their conversation dint seem to end.My friends noticed me and asked me to move as she might be taken already. But I was still observing her and after a few mins I saw the guy moved out she was all alone. This is my chance now.I went straight to her and tried to strike a conversation with her.She had blue eyes and slim figure probably the most sexy figure I have come across ever.She.