..sorry? I no speak...English very good....order?”She has a thick accent that makes it hard for me to barely understand her incredibly limited Eng...ish. I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, fresh cheese, spinach, and other veggies. I signal to her with my hands that I want three of those croissants with a glass of water. The kind lady smiles and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my order getting fresh croissants ready for me.I take a seat across from the ordering. Bert began rhythmically, but kept speeding up, I couldn't help but getexcited. It didn't hurt exactly, and it felt like he was rubbing myown cock from the inside. I began to grind my hips back against him."That's it baby, ride the cock, you know you like it!" Bert giggledfrom behind.Brian wasn't saying anything, his own erection seemed to be gettingbigger and bigger, until suddenly he was cumming again and again in mymouth."Oh you little slut, getting fucked from both ends!" he moaned. He loved to take shy beautiful young boys and slowly turn them into cock crazed fuck pigs. Nothing pleased him so much as turning an intelligent attractive 13 or fourteen year old boy into a mindless degenerate boycunt, hungry twenty-four hours a day for prick. A kid who would fuck and be fuck by anything,while at the same time maintaining a clear sense of what a totally fucked up piece of shit he had become. It was essential that the boys feel degraded and humiliated...disgusted with. Next to them hung Elvin’s credentials - his undergrad diploma from the Catholic University of Puerto Rico and one from the Inter American University of Puerto Rico School of Law. Plus, there were several citations from the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center for Elvin’s top notch skills as a marksman. Hugo got the message loud and clear - Elvin was an incredible shot and not afraid to brandish a weapon.“I understand you completely,” Hugo gasped.“Good,” Elvin tapped his shoulder leading him.