” she said, smiling brightly.“Well it’s good to see you again.” I said, making no attempt to hide my roaming eyes.She blushed prettily, seemin...gly not minding that she was flirting with a schoolboy. Then again, I didn’t exactly look like your average sixteen-year-old guy.“Indeed Sir. Please, right this way.” She said, opening the door.I gave her another smile as I slipped into the limo, finding my mother waiting inside.“Hey Mom. This is a bit of a surprise.” I said, after greeting her with a. It was noticed however by the data centre technician who was peering intently at his monitor. How he loved the responsibility of having to record these weekly yoga sessions. His hand that stroked his rigid cock was already sticky with his streaming pre-cum and he was beside himself with excitement as he watched Loretta adjust the straps of the strap-on and for her to be standing there with this obscene phallus protruding from her heaving groin. He smiled to himself as he looked upon the black. I began unbuttoning his shirt as he caressed my bum cheeks and then lifted my blouse up and over my head. He stood to cast his shirt off and step out of his trousers and then knelt back onto the bed to lean down and start sucking at my nipples and caressing his hands down over my tummy. I closed my eyes and heard myself moaning as his tongue and lips sucked over me. I slid both hands down his back and under the waistband of his boxers, cupping his bum and pulling him tighter onto me. I could. “I guessed as much. You’re not the first refugees to come this way. And I guess you’ve also been made suitably welcome by the border guards.” She brushed her nose with the back of her hand, leaving a small smudge on her nose. “Heaven knows why you should come here. To Gomorrah. There are women from Gomorrah who are so desperate to leave, that they become refugees in Buggery. But at least you’re alive. And you’ve still got all your limbs, I see. You don’t know how lucky you are. Many refugees.