I half-fell to my knees on the ground next to Tania.A moment later a hand grabbed my arm. “Shhh. Come, little girls. Come with Timur.”I looked up ...nto a round, smiling, Asian face. His uniform was Russian, mostly, although it was almost covered in bits and scraps of cloth, leaves, and even sticks.He led us down to a hollow in the ground where a dozen similar men sat completely unconcerned with the encroaching battle. He led us through them, directly to a weathered old man with a few scraggly. I could tell his friends were eager, but he played it cool. Insisted that I have at least one drink with them. A waitress paused, secretly took his order and left. Couldn’t help but feel a part of a scripted act that was taking place. For the first time in a while, I felt foreign in this place. He had turned the table and had me where he wanted me.The drinks came just after a few introductions to his friends, Neil and Sako. Shots. The deal was one drink. A single smooth shot and I was anxious. The cocks were fingered ever so carefully.Our dwarflike Swiss friend had the best position. His legs being so short, his iron-hard member almost touched Yulias right hip. Almost but not quite. It was a strict condition for this session that none of us should actually have tactile contact with her and, gentlemen wankers as we all were, we obeyed.The Swiss cock as well as the black American one impressed with their size. Two others were about average, I'd say, and mine was on the smaller side. Phir usne mere hips aur boobs dabate hue kaha,, shabana jaan mai tumhe burkhe mein dekhna chahta hoon abhi.. Usne mere laye hue kapdou mein burkha dekh liya tha.. Mai sharmate hue kapdou se burkha nikala aur pahenne lagi, maine jaise hi burkha pahna usne mera naqaab nikaal kar de diya aur kaha ye bhi pahen lo..maine shararati andaaz mein kaha ke kyun ramesh kya irada hai? Usne burkhe mein se ubhre hue boob ko pakad kar kaha ke,, aaj teri jawaan muslim choot ko burkhe mein chodunga… Ramesh ke.