His fingers met her wet nipple and rubbed as they kissed. She almost protested when he took his hand away. When she felt that same hand digging into h...er panties she continued to kiss him, spreading her legs even wider. It was her turn to moan loudly as he slipped two fingers into her very wet cunt. He lifted himself slightly to give himself a better angle. His thumb found her clit and it was then that he began to thrust his fingers inside of her. Rhonda had to break their kiss now. Her cries. “Oh God, Alicia, that feels good,” I said, “So good after the longest week of my life.” Both of her hands were on my hips, controlling my thrusts in and out of her mouth. She was taking me deep, I could feel the back of her throat, I could feel her tongue working along the bottom of my shaft too. Her hand was gently stroking me at the base. It didn’t take very long before I began to unload a full week backlog of cum into her mouth. Each burst of my ejaculation was so powerful and thick it made. My head still hurt from being hit, and my vision was not tracking correctly, most likely from the heavy hashish in the wagon. My clothing had been replaced with the rags of a slave. I knew now that I had been kidnapped, most likely to be held for a ransom. I struggled to sit up, stuck my head through the seam in the wagon covering, and saw that we were traveling across a seemingly endless desert, with nothing in sight but sand. It was then that I realized I was not alone in the wagon, as a man. He then came up to me and kissed me, first softly but then harder, getting to a point where he used his tounge. While he kissed me, his hand went up my shirt, under my bra, and onto my small, newly developed boobs. I tried to push him away again, but that made him squeeze my boobs, hard. He then pulled his mouth away from mine, and moved down to my Pussy. He pulled down my pans and panties, and licked my hairless pussy. I moaned, and wiggled away, but he pulled back and lick deeper. I scream.