“Your foster father real name is Doug Fontana he was a low level enforcer for a New York drug cartel that we have been trying to build a case agains... for years. Do you know how we can find him?” I was taken aback by this and shook my head. “Trust me if I know he would be in jail right now.” I could see unease in his eyes and my gut told me that I was about to get pissed. “Miss Miller when your foster father is arrested or found we intend to give him immunity for his testimony in making the case. My ass right there for them to see.... ripped panties... flipped up skirt."Lets just do it, im fuckin horny and thats a nice little ass" Yeah. i guess your right.. i call first though!"They were younger guys. college probably, there were dorms on the same block. i heard them run over and arguing.. then there were hands on me. I could feel my ass being moved side to side... they were both in there and pulling my back end towards themselves while trying to get their cocks out and into me. I had an apartment with a roof terrace so I could sit or lie in the sun instead of going to the beach. the second day there I met the 'neighbours', they were two women, Anne and Yvonne, they were in their late fifties from Harrogate, they had won money on the bingo so decided to go on holiday away from the rainy weather (and their husbands) in the u.k. I said hello and had the usual small talk. over the next couple of days I kept bumping into them coming and going to the bar. One day at. I then unzipped my slacks to see the head peeking out from under my undies moist with pre-cum. Slip my finger across my pee hole and wipe the pre-cum and rub it across and between my lips, SOOO sweet tasting. Massage my soft silky shaven balls, they were full and needed to be milked. I see someone just at a easy strolling along the path. They get closer and I see it is a mid twenty Hispanic male. He had this walk of confidence about him I kept studying and massaging my balls. Looking up time.