When I arrived home I headed straight for my dresser and retrieved the plastic bag containing Karen’s pantyhose. After four weeks the hose still ret...ined her lovely scent and my cock jumped each time I took a deep whiff of them. I spread the pantyhose out on my bed with the feet near the side of the bed. Quickly, I got out of my clothes as I stood over the pantyhose. I fantasized that Karen was there with me, wearing the pantyhose and her feet only inches from my hard cock. I took hold of each. No one could be allowed to do these kinds of things to her people - not and live.Zandra spent considerable time over the next few days interviewing the returned hostages. She questioned them about where they had been held and how they had been treated. She also asked what they had been able to learn about their captors. She was especially interested in how the young girls had been treated and how they had been moved.Following that, she returned to her private lab for a few more days to work on. Later when I got her to allow me to measure her--nude--I discovered that her dimensions were 37 inch bust, 26 inch waist, and 39 inch hips. The cold statistics hardly convey the beauty of her form. Her breasts were firm, full and carried high, hardly sagging at all; her hips were delightfully broad; her full thighs were beautifully tapered; and her ass was just fantastic, the sexiest outthrust derriere I have ever seen, live or in pictures.And that brings us back to the beginning of the story:. ”“What, this ol’ thing?” Rania snickered as she wiggled her swarthy bottom, “I look forward to having you hump both holes!”“That would be rather hot to watch. What about my friend Lina here?” Andre mentioned their newest waitress.“The Syrian cutie that you’ve been banging right under my nose for weeks now? Don’t tell anyone, but she’s only sixteen, by the way. Not that I’m offended. Andre knows that I’ve screwed my own brother a lot lately. I didn’t use to, but everyone’s kinda broken a little.