..no, I can't." What, daddy? Anything is better than getting killed."He was almost in tears. "They want you as payment. They want to take you as a sla...e on the black market."I couldn't believe my ears. I knew organized crime was involved in the slave trade...but I never felt that would affect me. As shocked as I was, I loved my dad, and I was prepared to give myself up for him. At first he refused, but after we argued, he agreed to the terms. He called his bookie and told him the agreement. I. “Wake her up by rubbing her pussy. That ought to get her good and going.”Steven grins. Reaching down, he strokes his hand along the inside of Tabitha’s thigh, not rushing but just stroking steadily toward that sensitive juncture between her legs. His hand closes over her and he rubs gently. “Slight problem, man” he murmurs.“What’s that?” Felix asks.“She’s not waking up and she’s rubbing herself against my hand,” Steven points out amusingly.“Well, damn,” Felix mutters. “Let’s try this.” He bands. My breath caught as I looked down to see her casually raise a knee to her chest, baring herself to me, allowing my eyes to linger on a pair of translucent, wispy panties moulded tightly to her vulva, full lips clearly bracketing the deep cleft between them. She allowed her leg to fall open a little more and almost casually hooked a finger under the edge of her thong and lifted it aside. I opened my legs to show her the outline of my penis, fully erect beneath my slacks, watched as her eyes. Pensé que ya estaba para más. Lo animé a seguir. Dale, Fernando, cogeme, dale, cogeme. Ya no te duele, me preguntó. Si, me duele, pero me gusta, cogeme, damelo, damelo. Esto lo animó, con ritmo lento, comenzó a taladrarme mi agujero hasta hacer segundos virgen. Siguió y siguió empujando, y gemía y respiraba con un ritmo cada vez mas agitado. Dolía cada vez menos y me gustaba cada vez mas. Dale Fernando, cogeme, cogeme que me gusta, dame tu vergota, partime en dos el culo. Si, putito, si que te.