" The air rushed from her lungs as she felt the young man's tongue searching for her tiny rear hole. "Tim," she whispered almost pleadingly when she f...lt him trying to wiggle his tongue into her back passage.Tim pulled his mouth from between her cheeks and said, "Relax," repeating the words she had used earlier.She tried but it was very difficult. She felt more pressure on her tiny rear hold from his searching tongue. Her sphincter muscle continued to resist. However, the pressure grew until. One man said he might be able to help.Under closer questioning, the man, an Arab brothel keeper, said, "I had one such some time ago. It might have been the same woman, but she was useless. We could not train her, so in the end I cut my losses and sold her again."It took all of Ernesto's self control not to kill the man outright, for Rubina would have fought against the type of 'training' a brothel offered, fought perhaps to the death. He questioned the man closely, indicating that a woman of. It seemed to happen quite often because they did not want any locks or latches on the doors due to pilfering problems and possible abuse of the privacy by a young couple interested in things other than trying on new clothing. I guess I had never really considered any of that when it happened to me and I was caught with my knickers down at my knees and my arms all twisted with difficult buttons. When I saw the little group of males peering intently at my bare snatch, I made a further mistake of. "You know I bet your tits still look pretty good today." I said driven by a horniness that I had never felt before. "I'd like to see them."She made a startled scream of "What!" starting to get up.I told her she was free to leave and I was free to do what I wanted with my tape."This is wrong! This is black mail." She said sitting back down. I assured her I would stay where I was I just wanted to see her tits. "If my daughter finds out... You really want to see.." She said then unzipped her top.