“You said you didn’t know how to treat me. This regal beauty. Looking so vulnerable and...”“Scared?”“Yeah. So I sat with you. Had breakfas... with you.”“Like a friend would. Breakfast became my favorite meal,” Constance grinned. “Just you and me.”“And Tom.”“And Tom. He’d always come in later, Joe. Like we had a second breakfast.”Martha chuckled. “Just toast and coffee, Constance. He’d already had breakfast. You don’t think I’d starve my husband?”“I didn’t even think about that. So that first. “Listen...” I started before I was silenced by a punch to my gut. The leader stood there smiling and waited patiently for me to recover a bit before pointing at my backpack.What? This was about my backpack? They wanted to steal something, maybe? The only valuable items were my phone and a bit of cash. They could have that; I just wanted to get away from this shit. Hell, right at this moment I just wanted to leave this damn country for good and never to return. I suddenly missed Christine and my. I’m swollen and sopping wet. The people around us are so oblivious. You pull your jeans down around your ankles and get on your knees. Turning me on my side you lift one of my knees up and with your other hand guide your engorged cock to my cunt. Once you get your head in you plunge into me all the way. I gasp! It’s too much! I twist so I’m resting on my elbows…. my knees almost even with my shoulders. My other leg stretched out straight and you’re behind me, driving into me thrusting me. We take a spiced smoke from my secret stash of herbs - soon too high, horny and hungry to care much.We even joke about it that our number of spectators probably doubles every day as the secret spreads.We eat all our little dishes like small portions of luke-warm paella served from their belly buttoms.We keep sucking and finger fucking each others in between all bites, eaten without hands from bodies.We slowly satisfy our stomachs, while our sexy and naughty needs stay with us throughout all.