He wants to know when I got on and how long I've been in the truck."I think about three AM", I tell him, "I had a rollover back on highway 10; thankfu...ly you stopped to pick me up." I speak in English to him.My fellow passengers in the pickup line up to hand him money, which are their fares for further travel into civilization from the Mexican border. Then, they'll disperse throughout the United States.Other trucks and cars leaving from this warehouse will take these men and women around the. I said fine. And we got talking.Her name was Saloni (name changed). Then she told me that she had just shifted to India about a week back from the States. Sadly she had lost her parents in a car crash and her immediate family lived in Delhi but didn’t have many friends here. She was the most gorgeous girl I had met. She had this husky American accent and had a body of goddess. Her face was pretty modelish, lips like Angelina Jolie, she was 5’ 6” 37-27-38 and she had even come on a US magazine. I wasn't sure if it was a nightmare or my imagination. I also noted that I couldn't stop watching and my average sized white dick was hard enough to cut diamonds. I watched, and stroked my rock hard dick nonstop, for the next twenty minutes as my wife sucked and stroked two of the biggest, blackest cocks I had ever seen. I watched as the men took turns fucking her pussy and her mouth cumming inside her and on her.They mauled her beautiful tits, pulled her hair and slapped her ass cheeks until. "Are you going to punish your poor slave?" I kissed down to her ear. After a teasing nibble, I asked, "That depends. Have you been a bad girl?" "Mmmmm," she whispered back. "I have. I've been too naughty, master." I kissed down to her breasts. I softly bit one of her nipples. "Well then, I guess I have to." In a quick motion, I sat up on top of Jessica, pinning her to the bed. I restrained her with one hand while my other dropped the crop and picked up the rope. I deftly tied each of her hands.