These are their tracks,” I explain, pointing to the footprints in the sand.” “A beautiful girl. I remember a beautiful girl with dark eyes. So d...rk...” “Maybe we can catch up with them,” I suggest, taking Wendy’s hand and following the tracks through the forest of coconut trees until we emerge onto the beach. The tracks lead across the white strand and down to the water’s edge. The French girl and her friend must have followed the tideline one way or the other, but the lapping waves have erased. ‘Did you like that?’ ‘Yes master.’ I looked at my slaves and finally I told them they could fuck each other, first he fucked her doggie style, and she was sucking off the men that were watching. ‘No one come yet!’ I said. As he began to fuck her faster and faster, and they began to stroke their cocks faster and faster. I made her ride him, as she rode him I made him stroke the cocks of men that were surrounding the bed, I made her use her free hands to stroke cocks as well, then I looked at the. Rachel was looking confused. I could feel the adrenaline making my mind go a mile a minute. If her contact had a backround in a fertility clinic and was offering off the books money, then this contact was probably giving these viable sample’s to other countries. “What country is he working for?” When I said this Rachel looked at me like I was crazy.“Russia.” Stacy whispered as if they could be listening.“What happens if you don’t get the sample?” Other countries must have gotten all the. His excitement broke his once steely caution, and he rushed into his mother's office, eager to get started. Closing the door silently, he made his way to his mother's dresser, pulling open the drawer, he pulled out his prize: His mother's favorite underwear, a pink pair. Taking a quick wiff of them, he quickly undressed, excited. The pleasant material made him moan as he pulled the panties up and over his already fully erect cock. He began to rifle through the other drawers, looking for a.