It was in a small village, one main street, on the old road between Mazarron and the city of Murcia. Here, you could, if you wished, see your steak, o...r chicken, being cooked over a real charcoal fire before being served up just as you ordered. Again, it was a lovely meal and we didn’t mind that the journey time was just over twenty minutes away from home. Even though we’d been living in Spain now for several years, we still hadn’t got into their habit of dining late in the evenings. We would. I’ve never let any man fuck me in my asshole before, but for this man I’d give anything.Ajay, would you fuck my asshole too? You’ll have to make it hard again, I’ve fucked you three times already, You still turn it on, I’ve no clue how, I’ve never been fucked their before so be gentle. I sucked him harder and faster as if I was racing with time itself. And then I felt that piercing pain, Fuck you, I told you to be gentle! I am trying babe and after two thrusts, we were animal again. His. In case of an emergency, the hotel's number is on the pad by the phone." Have a good time, Mummy," she smiled. As she turned and left the room, I was sure she gave me a slight nod toward the stairs.After a couple of minutes, I yawned, "I'm whacked. Figure I'll go to bed, too."I gave mum a hug and as her soft lips brushed mine she whispered, "We're relying on you, Jack. Look after your little sister while we're away." Yes mom." 'Night Dad." 'Night son."When I stood in the doorway, I turned and. I paid in gold. They agreed to furnish the propane-powered fork lift, the C4 and the truck. I called the ship's sat-phone and asked Ellen to cross the Panama canal and come up to the port of Texas City. I'd have a dock reserved for them. It took a couple days to get everything ready. I then made a couple of cell-phone activated bombs under the interested eyes of our team. We had a 12-volt battery and a big search light fastened to the fork lift so that we could find the right pallets. A gas.