You know guys! When a man from the middle east asks for a massage they want sex even if they call it massage. That is something that I have learned ov...r the years. We wnt to the bedroom and he took of his clothes. His dark tanned cock was still rock hard, his chest had a little hair but his legs an butt was covered with nice, thick, black curly hair that went up in a pointy trail up his back. He laid down on his belly on the bed and I placed myself on top of him and started to give him a. I looked out the window to try to take my mind off of the hell she was putting my body through. I couldn’t let her win; I had to keep my composure. There were people all around the park doing what ever the hell it was they were doing. They had no idea of the sexual agony that was taking place inside the truck, but instead of providing a distraction, their presence turned me on even more. What if we get caught? The trouble we could have gotten into made me even hotter. As I tried to tune out her. Lana was lead out of her cell next to mine, her face swollen, her nose twisted, smears of blood staining her cheeks. But she was alive. I wanted to go and hug her, but the bodyguard kept a firm grip.The approaching figures were Fiona and Thamina. They were walking around free. My heart sank. They betrayed us. Lana let out a furious, muffled shriek, lunging forward. The bodyguard shoved her up against the wall, pulled out her baton, and slammed it with a crunching thwack into Lana's leg.And then. It would be a totally different experience than what we did yesterday with our six friends from work. Well, maybe not totally different. Instead of six guys I know it would be thirty or forty guys I don’t know.I suppose most women would find it demeaning to entertain strange men with their nude bodies. I couldn’t help thinking it would be exciting, especially if I were doing it because I wanted to and not because I had to. As I looked around at the faces of the girls who are working there I.