“Anything I need to be worried about?” Tim asked.“No, just some friends of the life who helped us get you setup once you were out.”“Count me...as intrigued, Georgie.”None of the four men could stop from laughing at that tension breaker.“The shorter of the two is the one responsible for your beloved tacos.” It was Tim’s turn to have fear flash across his face. George countered, “No, don’t worry. They can be trusted.”Tim visibly relaxed, which drew a curious return from George, “That’s something. He was just grinning as he leaned back in his chair, a Maxim magazine held loosely in his hands.The last was the oldest one named Memo. He was old enough to be their father with short black hair that grayed on the sides, a graying mustache and beard, and a round stomach that hinted to his continuous love of beer. He was also dressed casually, a can of alcohol in his hand as he leaned in through the door to see a soccer game that was playing on the TV. You can only shake your head and ignore. Look at him right now. His dick can go on and on forever, but the rest of him is pretty pooped. Let's give him a few minutes to recover. Then he can really fuck the shit out of you! Your tits, I mean." She winked playfully.Christine kept on smiling. She could hardly wait. I'm sure this is going to be yet more humiliation for me. Kneeling between his legs and using my breasts to get him off is inherently demeaning. But I don't care! I can't wait to feel his hot cock burning against my chest, and. After that she slowly expanded her repertoire week by week. Her English improved. In six months she was fairly independent. One evening she hopped up into my chair which was unusual. She bowed her head and said in a very quiet voice, “Why don’t you like me Captain Davey?” “What makes you think I don’t like you?” “Well you never try to kiss me or feel me or anything. I am very lonely even here with you.” And she started to weep softly. “Minh, after your experience in jungle, I didn’t want to.