Samir looks at me for a minute and exclaims, what a sexy figure, then says that Rashid told us that you want to get fucked by us.I laugh, and then moa... as he puts his hand between my legs and strokes my cunt through the wet material. “You sure you can you take all our cocks in your cunt slut, maybe were too much for you.” he said. I laugh with lust moving my tongue over my lips giving him an invitation and a challenge. Ok radhika, my little slut, we will fuck you as you wish. And with that he. The roof of the shack stuck out far enough to protect and shade the table. A doorway with no door was at the far end of the wall that ran behind the table. Still nobody. I walked around the back of the shack to see if the girl I saw was out back. Nobody. A small opening, apparently for a window, that had long been been broken and removed was in the back wall. I skirted the wall intending to walk around the shack and back to the front. "Emmmmmmmm", a soft feminine sound, drifted from the. "Lou? Did you hear me?" she queried.Lou nodded his head vigorously. "Yes... yes, of course, Jan. Sure. I guess it's my turn," and he proceeded to give her a short precis concerning the years after the Navy and up to the demise of his wife.Janet listened intently to Lou's narrative and in doing totally forgot that the only clothing she had on was a thin robe. The front had gapped even further apart and the folds had fallen away from her legs, exposing them to the upper thigh.Lou stopped. How he chose to express himself was his call, not mine. Besides,as long as he can crack a maximum-security computer terminal in less thana minute, he could speak in Morse code for all I care.Together, we were BLACK-501, or the "Specter" unit. We were the elite ofthe navy, the best of the best, and according to official U.S. records,we didn't exist. If one of us was captured, there was no rescue mission,no hostage fund, and no operations acknowledging our presence behindenemy lines. We were the.