They never gave you messages from US, only our progress. We moved slowly and quietly through the country and eventually to Cuenca where there were a l...t of Americans living. We planned on using expatriated Americans to get news back to you and to Marcy's job in the UK, but as soon as we got there our US connection said she was in Manta, by the sea. We tried to get there quickly, but our every move was anticipated. The government guy convinced us to stay put. They knew where Shavone had been. Perhaps the turn of the conversation was more unusual.“Could you help me Mr Young? It is a delicate matter. I wish ... oh dear, I find I am not up to the task in hand. I wish to spy on my aunt.I see I have shocked you. I apologise. Please forget the conversation.” He indicated by waves of the hand that she should continue “Well ... I fear that she is in some difficulty. I accidentally saw a steward leaving her room.” He looked confused, how could that indicate anything? “Ah, you see his jacket. But I have no mercy! Her nude body struggles, jerks, her ribcage contracts, desperately trying to reach the water surface, trying to hold her breath a bit longer. But my grip around her waist keeps her under water, my big giant cock pumping in her pussy holding her tight, not giving her any chance to breathe! I know she is drowning soon, her lungs now empty of air, but I fuck her even faster, harder, deeper in her cunt, hitting her cervix everytime my full stiff dick is ramming into her. I nodded as I watched. * * *As we walked down the final set of stairs, the door burst open and three chattering girls came through it. The black haired girl in a short skirt and red blouse looked up at us."Hi, Michelle. This must be your friend?" she said. The other two girls looked up at us as well."Hi, Doris," Michelle said. "My friend. Amy." Nice to meet you, Amy. This is Pat and Phil." I looked at the two brunettes -- one strikingly pretty and petite, the other not nearly so pretty.