He and Ramiro chattered in Spanish while we got acquainted. Her physical appearance wasn’t quite what I was used to. Besides the chubbiness that His...anic men find sexy, she was quite hairy. Legs, armpits and crotch had an abundance of black fur, matching the long hair on her head. Her face was rather homely too, at least by my standards.She deftly unfastened my pants, not minding the nearby conversation, and extracted my half-hard pecker. Her mouth id a good job bringing it to its full glory.. That meant she was the only living person to meet up with the surrounding captors and she knew it meant a beating for sure just for her being in the wrong place at the wrong time.There was more daylight now and she saw the forms of the French and their Indian partners in crime searching the canoes for anything of value. They had probably already found the other women sapped of life and thought her to be in the same category as the murdered females. She entertained the thought of pretending to. ”I squeezed Jacques’ hand and flashed a crooked smile. “Casual sex is good. Very good." I paused, panic setting in, "I’m a bit out of practice, though, so maybe -”“Get some practice?" He smirked. "Let me fuck you, Lisa. I’m very good,” he added with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.I was intrigued but my conscience told me to walk away. My relationship with Matt may be over, but storming off to the bar and promptly screwing the barman was cruel. And I wasn’t a vindictive person.But what about. His wife was a very large woman, at least 8 inches taller than his 5ft. 1in. and at 22 stones plus, at least 12 stones heavier."Morning love", he said cheerily, "that smells nice". Without a word as she finished plating her breakfast and putting it on the table, she suddenly turned on him and spat. "Do you think I am stupid David, didn't you think I would be able to see what you have been looking at on the internet while my back was turned". "Bu... but..", he started to stammer, but she cut him.