I'd stay awake, waiting for her return: sometimes walking back to our house or sometimes on the back of a motorbike. I knew then, of course, that she ...asn't just innocently singing and dancing at the village kara-oke, but probably getting fucked by some horny guy from the village. I imagined her being fucked in one of the simple nipa huts on a reed mat, or out in the coconut plantation - her body naked, all covered in sweat as they did it in the tropical heat. I was even more obsessed with. I bend down to kiss you and you wrap your arms around me. You whisper into my ear that you are mine and to take you in any way I want. I start kissing you, moving down your neck and then your shoulders. I make my way down to your luscious tits, taking my time with each. I gently bite your nipples sending shivers through out your body. I move down across your belly to your pubic mound. I slip my fingers into the waistband of your panties and pull them down as I continue to kiss my way down. I couldn’t resist by the smell and feel of his cock. I started licking his balls and areas between legs and dick. He was out of control. He pulled me and got up.I was sitting on bed. He looked and me and started smooching. He threw me over the bed and hanged up my legs. He went down and started licking my ass. I wasn’t rimmed from long time. It was my time to moan now. In between he used to take my dick in his mouth for few seconds and again moving to my ass. It was well lubricated now.He moved. "Strip out of clothes ... bitch …" repeating the same set of words, the empty-handed guard, smiles to his friend, then moving a step closer. "Strip out of clothes, or help will be provided."It's not the words, nor the meaning behind them. It's the leer. The way he gawks at me as if he's imagining completing the job himself.Unzipping my pink and grey hoodie, I toe-off the trainers on my feet, before pulling it off.Next the shirt, then the baggy jeans, folding each item until all I'm standing is.