“Oh, hi honey. I didn’t know you were back.” I hadn’t noticed Renee doing yard work next door. I dropped the wood onto the woodpile next to th... shed, and walked to the fence where she was standing. It had probably been about a year since I last saw Renee. She was wearing black spandex shorts and a yellow tank top that left little to the imagination. She also wore a floppy hat and sunglasses. We made small talk while Renee was obviously looking me over. “What has the army been feeding you?” she. "Later I ask him if I can call Korea by showing him the phone and saying the name "Korea" and he shakes his head yes. Then he hands me a cell phone and I make the call.I speak to my parents in Korean. My parents tell me that they have gotten the money and that I have to stay with the man. I have been found not desirable by the man I was supposed to marry and I have been sold to someone else. I tell them it is a white American, not even a Korean American, and that he has been doing very bad. She was relieved to see he was wearing boxer shorts. Y-fronts just didn’t do it for her. She ran her fingers along his length as it bulged through the cotton. She slipped her fingers in the waistband and slowly pulled the elastic out to allow them to slide down over his cock. She bit her lip as he watched her. His breathing was ragged, his eyes were full of lust, reflecting her own want and desire. His cock was smooth and as she pulled the foreskin back, her thumb smeared the drop of precum. If I was being honest, I should also blame my own temper. But while my husband might believe I had taken what would be nothing more than some serious grabbing and fondling while serving them naked for the weekend to a whole lot more, I knew that wasn’t true. They would have fucked me anyway. It was unavoidable under the circumstances. My husband turned off the TV.“When do I have to be out of the house?” Pietro said.“By four,” Giovanni replied. “We’ll start arriving shortly after. You can’t.