‘Perhaps it was him, who was bored or unsatisfied with their lovemaking?’ she mused, and that thought, niggling away at her, had become the reason...she disliked the questions that now always seemed to follow their sessions. The moment had arrived. She couldn’t bear it any more. “Are you satisfied?” she asked hoping that the one simple question would be enough to alleviate her insecurities. “Of course I am darling!” She sensed a ‘but’ was imminent. “Wait wait wait," she heard the word before he. The petals of her pussy were already sticky and wet – though perhaps – she felt strange to think it, this wasn’t the right time or place to do this. Perhaps he was feeling as strange as she was, driven by the same confused desires. She was just sitting up when she got a message. Lay back and take off your panties. She did so, feeling much better, Imagine me inside you, she parted her thighs and let out a low moan as her bud tingled with a stroke of her finger. I can feel you already she. Our movement north was started in the dead of night and we spent the next few days traveling at night and holing up during the daylight hours. Once we were safely across the border, we could revert to a more orderly plan of movement and do a systematic search of the most likely places they would be holding our women captive and working as slave labor or in sexual service for the female-starved populace. Strangely, the Indians were most helpful in locating the victims of the trafficking in human. That’s why I knew all about her new B-cup bras. My wife had seen Mandy’s bare breasts in the changing room and tried to give me a visual image of how nice they really were. However today when I saw them myself for the first time I was very impressed.At ten o’clock Mandy came into our bedroom as she was told to do. My wife took her into our bathroom and gave her an enema, a douche, and then got in the shower with her. When my two girls came to bed I was in the middle where I belonged. Both girls.