One of the few advantages of being able to communicate directly to the damn things. I told myself that it was like talking to a third cousin. I laughe..., knowing that was the kind of thinking that could get me my own TV show again.The two men at the road block, within sight of the Monastery, were so busy watching the road that they didn't see me slip up on them. I had them covered with one of the chopped up AK47s by the time I cleared my throat to warn them."Now gentlemen, and I use that term. He was disappointed to hear a midwestern accent.She sounded like his sister. She also sounded a bit aloof."Follow me. I'll show you the kitchen." She led him through a stylishliving area with large sliding doors giving access to a spacious balconyoverlooking the city, passed through a dinning area already set fordinner, to a smallish but well equipped kitchen."I'll be working on the balcony," she said as she retrieved a bottle ofmineral water from the refrigerator. "You may call me when dinner. You know the rules. We can only speak English."She nodded wearily. "I know. I know."Carlos is going through the change." Puberty?!" Si, puberty. He had a wet dream last night." How do you know this.?" His mother called us. Just as she had been told to."Carlos was a year older than Rosa, and her best friend. He was in ninth grade, a year behind her. He often stayed after school, so Rosa could tutor him in math.Rosa imagined Carlos' mother, Luisa, going into her son's room and inspecting his. Her eyes begin to water and she kicks her feet against her bonds in an attempt to break free. Erika smiles when she sees his cock sink in deeper and continues to apply pressure. She keeps pushing the teenager’s head down on him until every bit of his length disappears between her soft lips. Sara gurgles and pleads up at the man with her eyes for mercy, but Hanson just smiles down at her, reveling in his pleasure. Her throat is constantly convulsing and squeezing. Every gag sends shivers down.