Now she had telegraphed her intention to everyone present. For a moment time stood still, I could feel my heart beat increasing. I saw my wife hesitat...ng now, it was obvious to me that having looked at his anal ring and seen how dirty it was ,she didn't really want to do it. But I wanted her to do it more than anything else.In my fantasies of her with other men, I had always 'shot off' as she took deep into her mouth the big cocks, spurting spunk across her tongue. Now I wanted her to tongue. ” That was all she got out before she found herself being forced back into the room at his hands along with two other boys who had joined them.Once they had her in the middle of the room, the boys began a perverse game of keep away with her as the object they were keeping away. She found herself being pushed from one boy to the next. She had been passed around between five or so of the boys when suddenly her headdress was removed, revealing her long blonde hair and startling blue eyes set on a. I joined them.Once inside, I realized it was just one large room, like an airplane hangar, nothing more than a cement floor with metal walls and a metal roof.A wooden platform had been constructed on one side of the building with a microphone and two large speakers. A man in traditional Mid-Eastern clothing stood on the platform waiting for all of the refugees to enter.As the room filled, I began counting heads, there were about eighty men with black hair. There were five or six men with. The penalties else were severe, far beyond the regular playful rebuke Tran had already paid.Tran whispered something."Tran? I think you're right, but you need to say it out loud." Glenda actually got out of her seat, and knelt before Tran, sitting on her heels. She took the stricken girl's hands in her own. "Look at me, Tran. Only at me. Tell me the answer."The world came to a halt. Even the imperturbable Mr. Marshall held his breath.Would Tran take an error? There was no real penalty, but.