"sure!" He smiled hopefully. She backed up alittle, and they said an awkward goodbye and both headed home with new thoughts on their minds. During t...hat night and for the better part of the next day all they could is think about one another. Beth day dreamed for most of the day about what the buldge had been in Samuels pants, she was surprised to notice that when she did, she became wet between the legs. She nearly soiled a pair of underwear while rubbing herself amidst a vivid day dream. It. "Just don't forget me, at least until we're picked up. I want to be treated as if I'm a concubine until the time comes. Don't ruin my fantasy," Margret spoke her mind."How about we call you an 'honorary' concubine? You're with us until the pickup, as you say. You help organize and co-ordinate things, when not fucking us or the others in your life, and you'll be temporary head of my harem. You'll need to train the concubine that I choose to run things, of course. I wish that there was some way. You feel so full already. He's at his deepest possible point inside you, and it feels like he's scratching at a part of your body that's been itchy for your whole life with his wet cockhead. Ahh, it's just wonderful!But what makes it even better is the surrounding atmosphere. You couldn't care less about the basics of sex -- what has your heart fluttering at a million miles an hour is the mental sensation of being taken control of, and submitting. Being put in your place. Hey, now would. Their Mexican Spanish worked for those they would talk to on the streets, and went uncommented on.Tonight, they would speak as if they were in the court of the King of Spain.Joachin was nervous, and in pain. No guns, he'd said, until they got employment, and maybe not even then, if they got places high enough in a cartel. Ruben didn't want to think about that, but there was no denying that Joachin didn't feel comfortable in Bogotá without one. I hate the things, and I'd feel better with one..