The temperature just reinforced how alone she felt.The cabin was just where she'd been told. It had a rustic air to it, almost like a log cabin, with ...a screened front porch. They dashed up the steps, laughing a little at the feel of the place."It's a 4:1 compression," Suzanne said. She turned into his arms. "That means our two-hour lunch hour is really eight. Whatever will we do with that time?"He laughed and swept her off her feet. Kiss, another kiss, and then they were in the main room,. " No. You have said you are not a whore, and I believe you. Don't make yourself a whore, now, to get what you want. Got back there, in the sleeper, and lie down. And think about who I can call -- here in Mexico -- to come to your aid. If it is someone near here -- within fifty, sixty miles or so -- I will take you there, to that person. Think of someone! If you cannot, I will have to turn you over to Mr. Martinez, the owner of this place."The girl did not protest further. I showed her how to. Bryant….Ahhh! P… p… please don’t c…um ins…side me! Oh, oh, ahhh… ahhh!! P… please, if you c…um in… side me, I… I might g… get p… pregnant! P… please… ahhh… ohhh… AHHH!!!”When he heard her words, they sent Steve over the edge. He gave one final thrust deep inside her, causing Sarah’s climax to reach its peak just as the head of his cock swelled and then exploded, bathing her insides with his scalding hot cum and, some distant part of her knew, launching his sperm through her vagina into her. I had no pretense to dignity.Habbie came walking out of his little shower roomcasually dressed in sweat pants and tee shirt,speaking in Arabic on his cell phone.I hated the sick hairy mtherfcker yet I lay theregazing at him like a satisfied lover.“You're back in business, my little whore” hesaid very businesslike and domineering.He sat in his chair and we talked business.Only 'respectable' clientele, no rough stuff, condoms always.Habbie had lined up a dozen clients by weeks end andmany more in.