His hands pressed against my breasts, feeling them, almost sizing them up. Once satisfied, they moved to the ribbon tie and released them. The soft sh...er fabric slid open. The air was still warm, not the cool contrast that I half expected. His hand returned, grabbing the soft flesh. Gentle, kneading them carefully, as if he was making cookie dough.Focusing back on his kiss, I met his tongue and tested his dexterity. It curved and twisted, wrapping itself around mine treating it like a cherry. The lights went on and she could see it was Malik, one of the teens,who had said he would cut her.I says I be back Bitch and here I am. We gonna party. He flashed his knife for Lisa to see. You gonna feel this but first we gonna have sum fun.He stuck his knife in the pole by the bed. He got on top of Lisa.Now U gonna git some real fucking. Sum black cock fucking.U worthless pice of meat, all u good fo is fuckin, Im gonna fuckDa shit outda dat white ass of yo’s.His face had this surprised. This car-park is near a canal but it has a main road right in front of it so not that private, most lunch times you will find a few cars parked that are looking for a bit "fun" so i was heading there about 3 times a week i would drive in and park along side of another car and see if they were open to a bit of cock fun, most days i would have on joggers with a small pair of my wifes knickers on with maybe hold-ups of real stockings with suspenders after sitting for a few mins and judging if the. Naturally I was afraid. That country didn't have a great humanitarian record, and there had been some reports of the use of torture by the police, even on innocent people they had chosen to detain.I was worrying and panicking, and I pleaded with her to let me stay, I would help protect her and liase with the Embassy there, the home government would surely intervene and see we were released."Mom, please don't trust these people!" I said. "Remember that progamme on TV. The documentary about.