“I can’t talk to her. She’s tired and skinny and dirty and...”Softly. “I know ... how she is feeling. Of course we will try to help. Let me ...talk to her again.”More rapid-fire Spanish, but Camila’s tone took a definite upturn.Then in halting English. “Where are we?”“Wharton,” I said.“Wharton,” Camila repeated, then more Spanish. Then she handed me the phone back.“She doesn’t look as scared, punkin.”“I told her that you only ate one or two young girls a day and that you have your selection. Her mouth was wet and she tasted of alcohol, as her tongue snaked between my teeth I pulled her down onto my lap and slipped my hands under the back of her skirt,"Yes Terry" she breathed, "Yes darling"Her fingers found my zip and slipped it down, her fingers felt cool as she took my erection out and shuffled forward until I felt the warm dampness of her panties, instinctively I hooked a finger under them and pulled them to one side whilst she gripped my penis and guided it to where we both. Grinding down, I humped his cock and began to cum again myself as he emptied his load into me. Turning my face, I let a muffled scream into the side of his neck as we climaxed together. He squeezed my ass, hammering his dick in and out of me until we both finished and he slowly softened, finally slipping out of my cum soaked cunt. As I collapsed on top of him, trying to catch my breath, he whispered “Oh fuck me, that was amazing.”I rolled over onto the couch on my side as he slid over behind me. That wasn't easy for me, you know."Now I turned around and faced her, "I'm sorry Janice, I just didn't know what to say." You could have lied; you could have said you understood and we could have moved on. Instead, you make me feel like some kind of pervert." She turned and left.I didn't think of her as a pervert, not at all. What was troubling me was my reaction to her news; I didn't think I was handling it very well. I found her in her room. She was looking out her window, the sunlight was.