“I…” I couldn’t finish the sentence; her touch felt so good, sent shivers all through my body. I was certain she could feel how wet I was thro...gh my panties. “Hmm?” She rubbed faster now; I could felel myself getting close to an orgasm. I didn’t want her to stop. “I want you. Oh god I want you.” That was all the encouragement she needed, she moved my panties to the side and inserted one finger into my dripping pussy. I moaned louder this time, she pressed her lips against mine. This time I. Have you ever felt the urge to touch yourself when you are bored, I know I did every-time I checked into a hotel room and took my clothes off with my electric toothbrush and special attachments that never raised any suspicion with customs, all so I could wank myself off to relieve my frustrations.Whenever men were suggestive towards me I knew they were trying their luck, yes it's nice to be wanted sexually and don't let any woman k** you on that they don't, because human nature in the human. The young husband began turning as he started to get to his feet."I certainly want to thank you Mr. Vasquez. I'd be glad to pay..."The gun barrel caught him on the side of the head and Tom fell unconscious into the dust."Tom!" screamed Miranda, looking to the stranger. "What have you done?" Oh Senora, he is just taking a little siesta."Miranda ran to Tom and cradled his head in her lap."But... why? What have we done to you?" Senora, it is not what you have done. It is what you are about to. " Hey, come on now, it's going to be O.K." She dodged the issue gracefully, putting me back in the spotlight. "He really hurt you didn't he?" Her arms reached out again and held me. It was so soothing and gentle the way Jennifer stroked my face and whispered how it was going to be all right. So loving, so understanding, but there was something wrong. I just couldn't put my finger on it.Just then I remembered, jumping up to look at my watch. "Oh, no Jenny! We're going to be late for orientation,.