"Where to Msala?" I asked.I knew she was struggling with her conscience."The orphanage." We drove in silence, then as I drew up outside she picked up ...the tiny black bundle that was her daughter and took her inside the white marble portico of the children's hell hole.I followed her in, Mrs Chakubati the administrator motioned me across and on payment of a few dollars, she took the child. Msala looked relieved. "I now can live again, thank you sir." she said."It was half your wages for the year.". You dont help me, you dont protect me, what the hell makes you think you can stand there and try to console me after you guys all take turns RAPING ME?!. She burst into a fit of heavy sobbing, throwing her face into her hands as she adjusted to sit cross legged on the bed. Brad sat on the edge of the bed beside her, and put an arm around her. Tavia couldnt stand her brother touching her and trying to half ass make amends to her now, but it felt nice to be held and she left his arm on her. He. Her legs were spread open to me and I could see her labia were already slippery and swollen with her passion.I dropped to my knees between her widespread thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal as my hands ran up and down the smooth insides of her legs. I looked up at her face for approval and received a frantic nod as I dropped my lips to the wet flesh of her pussy."Oh fuck yes," she moaned as my tongue dipped into her warm, wet folds. She was sweet and tangy and I lashed again and again. However, not all hope was lost, for there was a continent which took no part in this mindless slaughter of the innocent, a continent who took no side in this war and now welcomed every single person that fled from the bombs and artillery flying over their head.We now turn our heads to Damian Black, or Ian as his friends called him, friends whom he left behind, probably to their deaths. Damian and his mother Evelynn were allowed by the authorities to flee as Damien’s father was a former.