My anger had turned to rage and then beyond, way into something I'm not sure even had a name.So, there they were, fucking each other without a care in...the world. It was over, right? They'd gotten caught and shit but it was over and they were free to live their fucking incestuous lives and laugh behind their backs at that fucking idiot Marc Breuster. They were free, with a freedom that I would never again be able to feel.I'd given them three months. I'd wanted them to think it was over. I wanted. My hand continued to work on her pussy, and I slid one, then two fingers into her. She pressed herself onto me, rocking in rhythm with my fingers. She told me that she was about to cum, and pressed her hands over mine at her pussy. She started bucking against me even more, and when she came, she actually squirted across my pussy and tops of my thighs. She brought her fingers to my mouth, and I tasted her pussy juice. It was different than what I tasted, but good in a different way. She told. This is a country that cares about its collective stomach. When the edge of appetite had been blunted I leaned back. ‘So where are you lot living, if money’s so short?’ She grimaced. ‘We’ve got that office we call an Embassy and we’re living in a rented house about three kilometers out of town. It’s big enough, just, but the juniors have to share. The Ambassador’s got a flat nearer the centre.’ I nodded. ‘So they’re playing on your idealism and loyalty. That sounds about right for politicians.. So I walked Carol up to the bathroom. She too knew what was going on and asked me to fuck her and take her virginity leaving my own sister as the only virgin in the house besides Ralph that is. Carol was almost fifteen years old and she was the oldest of those in the house. She also had the biggest breasts, the biggest ass, and the longest hair too. She was an Oriental American and she had jet-black hair to her knees. She liked having me watch her undress. Apparently she had had a crush on me.