I speak seven languages. I grew up in the Ukraine. Or it was the Ukraine. Now, I don’t know what it is. My family is dead. Friends tell me not ...to come back. They say I will also be killed. No nation wanted me. Fats took me in when I fled the cruise liner. They were going to send me back when we made port in Miami. They said I had to go back because my Visa was going to expire. So I chose here.I sat there stunned. I do not remember what I thought had brought a blonde haired blue eyed. It was like a portion of my brain just shut off, and it was someone elsewho eagerly unzipped Luke's fly to pull out a massive, veiny penis, onlyhalf-erect but already about six inches long. It was someone else wholiterally started salivating at the sight, and someone else who wassensually licking the tip of Luke's cock with quick, cat-like motions ofher tongue."Good girl, you know what to do." Luke said, as he grabbed my ponytailwith one hand. I instinctively began stroking his shaft with one. Behind me, Mal shook my arms gently. “The choice is yours, Angel. Door number one, or door number two?”The moment stretched out. It was one of those pivotal moments where time slows down and future scenarios flash before your eyes. What did I want? Did I want Josh and 'normality' and a lifetime of mediocre sex? I’d felt more alive, more me in the last hour with Mal than I’d done in the last few years with the person who was supposed to be the love of my life. The guy who wouldn’t take a train. “I got it,” I replied, nodding my head.“Apart from me that is,” added Melissa.“Apart from her,” added Emily.I nodded once more.“Lick my pussy Em – please.”The cry of sexual abandon once more propagated throughout the room. I felt myself get hard again at the thought of what Emily and my wife was about to embark on. I didn’t think I was going to survive the both of them for this one day, leave alone the future.ooOooThe last six weeks have been unbelievable. I was kept constantly hard and asked.