She seemed more excited about it that I was. I asked her what she did. She said that she pushed my dick though her cervix to get me all the way in. Sh...e said that the end of my dick was inside her uterus and to let her do all the work for a while.She started moving up and down on me. She would go up until the head of my dick was just about to go though her cervix and then she would go down until I was all the way in again. It was great and I had never felt anything like it before. Her pussy. Even the tight straps, gripping her legs close together, were a source of comfort in her terrible situation. Christina wriggled as best she could to see if there was any loosening of her bonds, but the Arab had done his job expertly. She sobbed and sobbed in despair.Meanwhile unknown to the forlorn stretched figure at the post, another Arab had come in. He prepared Christina for the next operation. He brought a table and a box of instruments, a hypodermic needle, and two small shining stainless. The door opened and I saw a woman in front of me, she wasn’t Malati.She was mid 40 in age, the nice rocking body didn’t look old and was wearing a very nice blue sari with a sexy cut yellow blouse. I was very intrigued and enquired about Malati. The woman recognized me and told me Malati had spoken about me. I was hoping she hadn’t shared any details about us . Thankfully as it turned out, she hadn’t.The woman introduced herself as Vyajanti- Malati’s mother. I almost choked on the glass of. The nightdress felt like it was scratching her. When she did dream, it was about her nation’s planes bombing towns and homes in some Middle East country. She saw herself sitting on a princess throne while the planes were bombing and bombing. After the bombs went off all over the place and when the planes left, all she could see was families in the ground in pain, these also included girls of her age. Sasha woke up in a sweat. Was her nation killing girls her age? But that must have been a.