” She started to warm the water up. Slowly I set my clothes on the floor and stepped in. Amber started to rinse off. She looked like a go...ddess. The water was running down her tanned body, over her tits, down her ass and to her legs. She ran her fingers through her hair, which made her tits stick out more. I stared, again. “Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me again or are you gonna help me wash the sweat off me?” I moved in, under the shower with her. Getting in. Hals cock pulsed and felt sticky in his pants as he eyed the three sweet beauties who would soon be captured; this part in their game gave him such a thrill, his cock stiffened as one of the girls gave him a sweet smile, he imagined what each of their sweet bottoms would smell like; he loved to sniff them when they were trussed, helpless and aware of their fate, their aroma was at its sweetest then. Many a time he had watched and sniffed at a t-girls boi-pussy as it flexed and pulsed. “Do you mean you live here, but your village is on the other side of the river?” He began to get very excited. “Then there must be a way to cross the river. Is there a great tree that has fallen across it so we can walk across?”“A tree? You mean a bridge across the river?” Now the melon farmer sounded both furious and insulted. “This is a ford—a place to wade across the river. Bridges are a great barrier to commerce.”“I don’t understand,” said Steven.The melon farmer nodded sagely. “You don’t. It would be them they try and strike. I know it, they now I know it, and so on and forth. What they don't know is I hired the Ryan Dexter to keep them safe."Ryan smiles. Babysitting an eighteenth birthday party wasn't his usual line of work, but then it should be an easy job. And a million split four ways was their ticket out of Colombia. Ryan looked back at the retired judge leading in the recent polls for President of Colombia. "This is all approved by the money men, right? Wouldn't want you.