Give me your hand.” I put it on my cock. “Yes, put your fingers around it. Do you feel how it’s thick?”“Yes.”I moved again, and this time ... sat in front of him, my legs apart, so he was between them.“Take it again. Stroke it slowly. Put your other hand on my balls. Yes, like that. Feel them.”“They’re very big. And you have a lot more hair than me.”“Yes, a real straight man's big cock. And I think you like that very much, don't you?” Aaron didn't answer and kept looking at my cock, stroking it. Arms up above you head, also, same as lasttime" she said, and so I did as she said, because it was the most normalthing in the world for me to to. It felt so right, to do what someonesaid. I even felt better once I had done what she said. I think I woulddo almost anthing that some other person asked me to do - yes, thatseemed right, and I was happy that this was the way it was.I was naked now and spread-legged on The Restaurant's breakfast "table." Legs up just a bit more," Monique said and. It was only natural that I would eventually want some souvenirs of her body for self-gratification later -- so I started taking pictures of her with my cell phone.The camera on my phone has a feature where I can take pictures in silent mode (no simulated shutter click or indicator beep), so I could surreptitiously snap pictures of her any time around the house: a picture of her asleep on the couch in a thin t-shirt, no bra with panties; a shot of her at the beach in a conservative dark. You don't know how lucky you are. Many refugees who come here, came off much worse for wear than you have." Can you help us? Do you know anyone who can give us food and shelter?" persisted Buttercup, despite this rather unencouraging introduction."Yeah. Sure. I know how to help. But don't think I can help that much! I don't know what you foreigners expected, but you're not gonna find much luxury here."She led them through a maze of tightly packed huts and make-shift dwellings to a rather larger.