" I want to interview some women on the repression they suffer in this country," she said."Don't you want to ask me anything?" inquired the Emir, "I r...ther thought you knew all about the Kobekistani repression of women already. Last month's edition of your magazine carried a scathing article about it under your by-line." Well, yes, but I expect to find that it is worse than even I imagined. I will want to ask you some very hard questions, but I want to see the women first." Now is not the time. ” I turned on to a tree-lined dirt road. My country gal rolled down the window, allowing her long brown hair to blow freely in the passing breeze. “I love this park,” she said as we rolled down the bumpy, one lane dirt road towards a small rise. As we topped the hill, the land opened up and we pulled into an empty dirt parking lot. A trash barrel sat off to one side, along a row of large oak trees and empty picnic tables. I pulled up next to one of the picnic tables and parked. She opened the. Understood nothing. They openly discussed what they would do to her while she smiled hopefully.The boy of the slums smirked and waved for her to follow him across the street.Hearing "come", Mrs. was very pleased that these kind boys would help her and said, "Good. I go." She followed him across the street while the other two big boys accompanied her, one on each side of her. Unknown to Mrs., their cocks were quickly hardening at the thought of the unexpected opportunity that had just come their. " I relaxed my grip as my orgasm subsided. Letting my now semi flaccidprick exit her body I wiped it clean on her G-string; before letting itsnap back into place between the cleft of her buttocks. I could see mycum oozing out of her fuck-hole; a pleasing sight for any man! Who knew what thoughts must be going through her head and more to thepoint, who cares? I was the alpha male and she was the bitch; that wasall that mattered! She was good though, she was as good as anything Ihad taken before..