She gasped and strained futilely to close her thighs, then gave up. She was already exposed and there it was, such smooth and moist brown lips, so fre...h and ripe and such a tight looking slit lay between her luscious teenage thighs, hidden from the eyes of white men, until now. She was trembling with shyness, but could feel how tightly I gripped her little knees and accepted her position, sat on my sofa, with her thighs held wide open. My eyes scoured the long imagined view, flicking between. I looked in to the room aircon was running and the growling sound of it could be heard. He felt his heart beat became louder. He looked at the bed. It was nicely arranged and a woman was lying on it. But I could not see her face, as she was lying sideways facing opposite to me. I looked at her. She was naked except a nice black pantie. Obviously, Aamil had done some work on her body and removed her garments. What a long black beautiful hair she has! It was lying on the bed beside her golden. Theywalked further and could tell they were now on some type of floor inside a roomand heard another door lock behind them. Then the man stopped tugging and theyall came to a stop standing almost leaning against each other for a sense oflocation and balance as fear raced through their minds about what lay in storefor them in their new lives. The girls could feel the man untying them from thecord which had made their necks red and sore during their forced move.Flinching momentarily they could. He walked to the table and then told me to come over to the couch and take off his boots. I crawled as quickly as I could and knelt at his feet. I removed his boots, trying to judge his temperament. From his text I could not tell if he was in a playful mood or in a mood to punish. I would find out soon enough. I set his boots aside. “Face the front door and let me see that asshole,” he told me. I was confused by his request, but I knew from experience not to question it. I turned, on all fours.