"Do you speak English?"The woman nodded once, but kept her head down. Tom looked her over. She appeared to be a middle-aged woman with her long hair p...ulled back with a couple of combs. Her slight figure was just starting to spread in the middle to match her wide hips. She wasn't fat, but was losing the fight to keep trim. Tom noticed that her diminutive frame seemed to be the standard for the Chinese people. Her tiny hands and feet almost made her look like a child, but the wisps of gray in her. Making sure there was no-one in the men’s toilet he walked in, his booted feet squishing in the urine that had escaped from the broken cracked urinals, and made his way into one of the cubicles where after he locked the door, proceeded to remove the dirty old clothes. The torn jeans, old coat, woollen hat, black tee shirt all came off and unzipping the leather holdall he removed the wet wipes that sat at the top of the neatly folded clean clothes and wiped the grime off his body and hands. My mom is more friendly to these sorts of people than I would be. She says she was an activist when she was young, so she knows what it's like."Oh, come in, come in!" she said, ushering the two into the foyer."Hello, my name is Kristen and this is Maria. As I told your son here, we're from the Support Services for Survivors of Sexual Slavery, or '5-S' as it's often called. Across the world there are millions of girls and women held in sexual slavery..." She went on at length about the terrible. We were all wet, sweaty and ready to explode, it had been not only a sensual feast but a visual one as well and we couldn’t sustain it any longer. Lydia took Simons hand and guided him onto the floor, placing a pillow under his head. She motioned for me to straddle him and take his cock between my legs… I felt bad, for a second, but had been waiting all night to feel him, all of him, inside of me. She must have sensed my hesitation and gave me smile and a nod. “It’s ok, I get to fuck him all.