“Okay,” Ernie said. He shuffled to the back kitchen.Dan watched him make his way to the kitchen. He’d seen snails go at a faster pace. Shaking h...s head, he muttered, “This guy is a real winner.”After five minutes, Ernie came out of the back kitchen with the tee-shirt on backwards. Dan looked over at him and shook his head. Either the kid was a complete loser, trying to be funny, or just trying to irritate him. Dan figured that wearing the tee-shirt backwards had to be uncomfortable. He decided. My hand began to stroke his cock, feeling it harden and become more firm, heavier. "Open wide slut" as if they were the magic words my mouth fell open, watering instantly. I got no warning, nothing could have prepared me. He grabbed my head and rammed his cock into my mouth. This wasn't to be a blowjob, this wasn't going to be sexy, like one of the blowjobs my girlfriend gives me. No I was getting facefucked like a slut. I gagged as his cock hit thr back of my throat, trying to pull away. His. He licked the portion between her anus and her vagina over and over. Each time she would squeeze her legs around his head and beg for more. He gladly obliged her wishes. He was being refreshed on his scant knowledge of Thai, as she spoke in it almost as much as she did in American. Both parents, like their daughter, were fluent in several languages. To date he had heard them use about 8 different languages. Misti had been fluent, he had discovered the first day, in German. She had forgotten. The dim, widely spaced street lamps barely illuminated the worst parts of the rundown area. With an odd soft hum, rather than a loud clatter, the bike moved to the appointment location. Puma parked the machine behind a large dumpster, keeping it well out of sight.“Kill motor, lock unit,” she said, and the engine fell silent. With stealth, she moved between two buildings, before entering one of them. Leaning against the wall in the long hallway, her informant smiled at her.“Back here, Ms. Puma,”.