As if my body wanted him in me. Like an artist pushing his thumb into a lump of clay, there is left a void, but in my case that void would be short li...ved.I thought that maybe it was over at that point, but looking back, I really should have known better. Roger and Paul had more plans in store for me apparently. Paul guided me down onto the bed and moved on top of me. I think he lubed his cock with my own cum as it leaked from his mouth before I felt his rock hard, slippery dick pushing in. "Yes, Patrick, I'm still very ok with it. I'm not upset at all about Amy being your 'wife' also, and Cindi has always been welcome in our bed. Don't change your plans just because of my screwed up life. They don't need an excuse to hate me even more. Really, I mean it, Patrick. Those two special girls are looking forward to it. They love you so much it hurts. Don't disappoint them." Now get the hell out of here so I can get some sleep," she giggled. It was a sad, quiet little giggle, but I was. "No, I think I'll just send you home."The fear in Achmed's eyes turned to genuine terror. He knew what fate he would have as a woman in a fundamentalist Islamic country. Women had no rights. They were barely acknowledged as people. And now ... he was one. "No!" he pleaded. "I'll tell you anything you need to know."The man in the mask shook his head slowly, laughing the harsh electronic mocking laugh that Achmed knew so well. "I already bled you for information months ago," he reported. I took her hand with a mild force and placed on young dick.“Let me see your beauty here at least,” I said placing my right hand again on her left boob. She did not say anything but continued looking deep into my eyes. My own mom looking deep into me while my hand was on her breast and her hand gripping my cock. She had not made up her mind, I knew. I had to push.Extending both my hands behind her, I started unbuttoning her blouse slowly. Inch by inch, I removed her blouse exposing her boobs.