At 17, living in a foreign country I wasn’t used to, I had no autonomy and no voice. The last weekend, my father came to get me and we went out to t...e desert where we picked seashells so my grandmother could make a lamp. I could still feel the grit on my fingers, the sting from a scorpion who’d hidden in the sand. How calm I reacted to it all, tying my finger and waiting until I returned to my grandmother’s house to take an aspirin and put ice on the wound. That cool, empty place of utter. Drew sped up the pace, and I knew what that meant.“Can I come inside her?, he asked, looking like he was ready to explode. “Of course!”, I exclaimed, “It’s what she wants!”He grunted and blew what seemed to be a huge load deep into her sleeping cunt. He slowed his pace, then pulled his cock out. I watched as it slowly slipped out, wet and glistening with their combined juices.Well?” I asked, as he stood at the end of the bed, drinking in his handiwork.“That was incredible!” he said. “I guess. Then she inserted two fingers inside me while she focused on my clit. It was like experiencing the most exquisite pleasure after having endured the harshest pain. I came in waves and fed her my sweet nectar as she devoured my juicy pussy.Then the couple must have left because Dave untied me and told me what a good girl I had been. He told me to take a shower and then rest while he went to sign us up for different activities.I stood under the hot water and cried softly, barely able to stand the. That was the first time that i ever touched a girl's pussy.Then i went back to sit with Anna and Erica. After about three hours we had seen all the dancers. We were about to go home. Then this guy asked me to go into the backroom with a stripper girl for a private show. He would pay my way. About that same time, Erica also went into the backroom with a stripper. Anna was excited, but a little scared. She went home.The guy and me followed our girl into a backroom. The girl's name was Andrea. She.