..do that for while, oh yessss.....keepgoing, keep going....oh, David, that's it....now press your mouth against me,stick your tongue inside, keep wig...ling it...farther, yess,god yess...." Beth had a firm grip on hishead now with her hands, her strong legs were locked together behind his back,and she was controlling most of the movement. She came twice before Davidcould really catch a breather. "Ah,David, you're coming along nicely already. But let us proceed on tothe main event." Beth. She wanted a decent job with achance to better herself and find a man who would love her above allelse. Nothing fancy, just a normal life for a sweet young girl. Sandy hadbecome like a daughter to me. I had seen her grow from a sad little boyinto a vibrant young woman on her way in the world.I look at Sandy and reflect on my own life. She has shown me a qualitythat I am envious of, when she is down, she pulls herself up and doesn'twallow in self pity. I wish I could say the same for myself, the. They directed the new arrivals towards a large metal building 100 yards or so from the beach. I joined them.Once inside, I realized it was just one large room, like an airplane hangar, nothing more than a cement floor with metal walls and a metal roof.A wooden platform had been constructed on one side of the building with a microphone and two large speakers. A man in traditional Mid-Eastern clothing stood on the platform waiting for all of the refugees to enter.As the room filled, I began. The other African followed suit and began rubbing near her breast under her shirt. Sophie became alarmed and began squirming but was held in place. The taller African tightly held her left wrist while Morgan held her other wrist. All the time....softly beginning to touch her private parts. Sophie's head was spinning from the punch. She tried to sit up but fell back down on the blanket. Both Africans were like lions in for the kill. They knew the opportunity was at hand to take this young white.