“What,” the guy asked.“You’re a little more direct than a lota white guys…”“That’s cause I’m not white,” he offered matter-of-fact...y.“Huh,” Echo’s face was contorted.“I’m Kurdish. Sure we’re Caucasian, but white is an American thing. Does it really matter right now?”“No, sir,” the still horny fag shook their head.“Then pull out my dick,” he ordered.Echo took it out. It was bulky and 7¾-inches. “Oh my god!”“You like that?”“Hell yes!”“Show me!”Echo took it in their mouth. They bobbed back and. It was comical. The men were so big half the table wasn't even on the ground."So, you're mercenaries?"The one on the left answered us. He was just under 6ft, maybe 5ft 10". He had a mound of stubble, not quite a beard, but enough that he looks like a man. He was clearly a grizzled veteran, a scar running from the back of his hand up the side of his neck onto his cheek. It was the biggest wound I ever saw. He was wide, clearly muscled. He looked like a human bear."Yup. We work for nuffin', just. She felt the love he had for the child in everything he did. Never had she been happier than she was with Seth. He had the birthday, but she knew that every day with him was a gift. One she cherished forever. That night she turned to him with love in her eyes. ‘I know you never want gifts. It’s impossible to get ideas from you, even. All I have to give you is myself.’ ‘There is nothing in the world more precious than you,’ he said. ‘You are all I need, Gabriela.’ She gazed deep into his eyes. But we awoke feeling refreshed. And we showered together again. This time as we showered, he stood behind me. His arms wrapped around me from behind, he cupped my breasts in both hands, and his fingers soaped my achingly hard nipples. His very hard cock stretched vertically against the crack of my ass, throbbing powerfully against me. We toweled each other dry, and hand in hand, we both returned to the motel room bed. This time I lay face-down, and I asked him to stretch-out, face down, on top.