"Do you see how she's scared of me," Tracy saidproudly to the girls. She was like a lion standing over the gazelle thatshe had run down and killed on ...he Serengeti.I had reached a psychological state of morbid fear of what Tracy might donext. "The thing about bitches," Tracy said to the girls, "is that theydo whatever you want them to do. You can use them anyway you want. Youown them psychologically, if not literally, because they're too cravenlyworshipful of you to have a mind of their own. Do. Her wet hairy pussy was presented open and ready. I stood behind her running my cock along her quim. Teasing her lips and sliding over her clit before aligning myself and slowly sliding into her slippery tunnel. Taking hold of her hips I found a steady rhythm, in and out, watching her lips flare around my cock on the out and then flatten as I pushed in. My cock was soon wet with her natural secretions making for a very stimulating visual. She began to push back at me letting me know she wanted. She was of age, and even though she was not considered an adult, she could make up her mind to travel with us and stay with us. He wrote a letter for me to take to the American Embassy in Chisinau asking that Elena be provided refugee status with us as sponsors due to recent circumstances. He included the part about Alina falling to cancer just after her father abandoned her and his daughter. She quite literally had no one. I left him traveler’s checks worth a thousand dollars as a retainer.. I wanted to get a better angle. I whispered for her to squat…she got on the balls of her feet and did as I wished. I slid my tongue in and out of her tight little pussy while I played with her clit. I could feel her legs quivering as she moaned. I had her get on her knees and bend over while I ate her from behind, I made sure not to forget her ass. I made sure that her tight little as got some licks as well. When it was just set enough I slowly slid my middle finger into it.We both.