I took a deep breath and tried to remember the innocent girl I'd been when this journey to hell began. I had been so unworldly back then."I'm from a s...all village in Peru. When I finished my school I didn't have anyone I wanted to marry so my girlfriend and I went to Lima to look for work. It didn't take long for one of the drug men to approach us to be mules. The pay was fabulous, two thousand American dollars, enough to buy a nice house back in my village. We weren't hard to convince."They. Par kya karen humari shadi aise chutyie se ho jati hai.Jis me jara bhi dam nhi hota. Sach kehun jese humare Punjab ki Sunny Leone uchal uchal kar khud apni gand me lund leati hai. Wese Punjab ki har ladki karna chahti hai. Par hume itna damdar lund milta nhi, isliye humare sapane adhure reh jate hai.Jab meri shadi hui toh main shadi ki pehli raat par hi bahot nirash ho gyi thi. Mere pati ka lund toh 5 inch ka tha. Par wo unka lund patla tha, aur wo 5 minute se jyada chudai nhi kar pate. Aur bich bich mein hum log smooch kar rahe the. Fir meine use kaha…darling mane taru doo doo pivu che….to usne kaha..oo maru nangdu babu ne doo doo pivu che… Aavija mara kholama.. Fir mein uske pair par sir rakh ke let gaya aur usne apna ek nipple mere muh mein de diya aur boli le pi jetlu pivu hoy etlu.. Aur mein uski nipple chusne laga. Ek boo boo chus raha tha aur dusra boo boo daba raha tha.. Aur vo Ek hath se mere lund se khel rahi thi. Aur dusra mere balon mein fira rahi rhi jeise mein. Beside the sapling was a trail: narrow, overgrown, and covered with autumn leaves, but a discernible trail. Was this another way into the private property of the gate owner, a privileged opening into a special world buried deep in the rolling hardwood vales? Was the “pass” like a mountain pass, a gap in the ridges of land covered with forest that ran away from the bike trail on both sides, a pass that led to something magical?It was too much for my curious nature. I mounted my bike and set.