"I saw those files on George's computer..." Yes," Angela replied. "I know the ones you mean." At first I was a little disturbed by them but after watc...ing a few, I saw that the girls in the videos seemed to derive as much pleasure as their ... tormentors. It kind of reminded me of my time with Collins. He would often tie us up as he molested us."Angela nodded sympathetically."I want to try to please George if this is what he likes, but I'm not sure..." ... how to go about it?" Angela. Lupe seemed to think that it was a given that any young man from his home village would be no stranger to hard work, or that he could be counted on to place high value on the economic opportunity being offered to him. Raul, who had come from a different village, fifty kilometers from Lupe's, told me that men from his village laughed at what the people living in Lupe's village tried to pass off as hard work.I learned that Raul also had one or two young men from his old village in mind as. And he needs help - a lot of help. From you. From me. From other sexy women, no doubt. The extent of his need is practically boundless, so we can't act all high and mighty about helping his mighty tool. Are you going to take some kind of holier-than-thou attitude, like you're too good to do a sexy striptease for him, or to drop to your knees and stroke his fat cock when he desperately needs your help?" Well, no. Not if he's truly desperate, I guess. But Suzanne..." No buts! Remember, you have. But Tony hadn’t moved. “Okay, honey,” he said softly. “But there’s only about an inch in.”I opened my eyes and glanced down at my crotch. “Well that’s an inch too much, then,” I gasped. “Take it out.”Tony slowly withdrew the fake dick; at least two inches had penetrated.As I recovered, I gingerly put my fingers to my hole.“No damage,” said Tony. “You’re okay. Think you just need to be able to relax more.”I pondered that. “Maybe,” I said doubtfully. “But, you know what Tony, you’d need hell of a.