They turned to look at each other before committing themselves.They could have abandoned her without anyone knowing. Many of the steps towards a bette... life had been taken for family and an INS ticket home was a blow to those family members as well. Neither looked at each other again as they picked the woman up and placed her in the truck cab. They did not need to say that going back to the patron was not an option. It was silent judgment of a man who lived well from other people's dreams.They. My hands were now under each of her ass cheeks, licking and sucking on the juices she was producing, Jean’s soft moans slowly getting louder, “Bob… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck.” Her hands had now moved away from my head, and were stretched out horizontally, clasping tight at the bed sheets. Then, came out the sex raved Jean, I had come to know, “come on you bastard, harder,” she demanded, in a commanding tone of voice. Bucking her hips hard into my face, the odd glimpses I made towards her, I saw her. There was no response so the cautiously slid inside, entering a dim hallway filled with trash and smelling of piss and other, even less pleasant things. Straight ahead the hall split -- with a stairway on the left leading up while the right side continued on a bit with openings on the one side. It got darker the deeper into the house they went, since it was clear there was no electricity. They stopped and listened, trying to hear where the guy had gone. It wasn’t long they heard a noise coming. Is this understood?"I nodded yes and moaned through the gag. I couldn't move and was so scared, I promised myself I'd do anything she wants because she totally had me by the balls (no pun intended). Barbara then removed my gag and straddled my face--I licked her for a long time all over and she came several times--great physical reactions but not a word was said. She then dismounted my face and continued. "You are my slave for the rest of your life, or at least until I decide I don't want you.