.. in both cases explaining he'd already told his family he was going home to them.Christmas Eve arrived and Terry and Anh boarded a train bound for N...rwich; it was only five minutes late. They made their connection there for Peterborough, and changed again at Peterborough for Huntingdon. The journey took just under three hours.They were met at the station by Terry's father, who embraced his son warmly."Dad," Terry said, "I'd like to introduce my friend Nguyen Anh; she likes to be called. I didn’t know it could feel great for the girl. When mom and dad do this, it only takes a minute or two before he pushes in all the way and grunts. I never get to see his dick. I only know it goes in down there. Did you do your stuff in me yet?” she asked after sliding me from her pussy to look at my juice-covered dick.“Not yet,” I told her.“So, we can do it some more? I want to feel what happened again, but I don’t know what I did to make it happen because I wasn’t paying attention,” she said. Her body shook with fear; not only of her upcoming mutilation, she knew most women in Somalia and other places in Africa had this done routinely, as a coming of age ritual, but of what it meant. She would not leave this place alive. Her last gleam of hope would be gone. All the slave girls, in the compound, lived in the hope, not of being freed, that just did not happen, but of being sold to some other, perhaps less cruel, less sadistic master; anyone, they believed, would be better than. As a consequence, the large orbs jiggled up and down and from side to side like water-filled balloons as she sucked away at the stiff dick with relish. John kneaded firmly until he'd worked them free of the cups, nipples pointing, big and brown.Edging closer on her knees, Mandy pressed those gorgeous boobs together as she let the spittle-coated cock slide from her mouth. It stood up like a flagpole, surprising John. He joked that Mandy could put Viagra out of business. Smiling and shaking her.