It took all her willpower to descend the steps into the cool dungeon area. Her body shook with fear; not only of her upcoming mutilation, she knew mos...t women in Somalia and other places in Africa had this done routinely, as a coming of age ritual, but of what it meant. She would not leave this place alive. Her last gleam of hope would be gone. All the slave girls, in the compound, lived in the hope, not of being freed, that just did not happen, but of being sold to some other, perhaps less. I told her some of what happened, but left out a lot of the politics, which didn't leave much to tell. My family life, I realized, was consumed by politics. Fortunately Cynthia zeroed in on the pedophile."I saw something on the news a while back," she said. "I thought I saw a picture of you up in Olympia, but I wasn't sure." That was me," I said. "It's part of my family background." So your mother moved out because of that ... guy. What's the biggie? Just go to the cops." It's not that simple,". She vowed to herself to stay in control.Derek nodded to the bartender who then tapped a button to start a countdown on a digital clock mounted on the wall.5:00.Jessie thought she could pass this test. She focused her eyes intently on the clock as it ticked down.4:59. 4:58.She then felt his hands on her waist. Soft, warm and sliding up her sides until they reached her tits. His fingertips softly caressing her skin and dancing lightly over the hardware on her clamped nipples. Jessie’s breath. "Ah yes baby that feels so good" I moaned as he began pushing and pulling his cock in and out of me as his hands held me firmly on the hips. I was getting fucked by my husband and it felt good. I never noticed the group of guys in the water who were watching us. Grabbing my nipples and pulling them while he thrust his cock inside of me is all I was worried about. I happened to turn my head a bit and noticed them watching as they swam about. "They are watching us" I said to my husband as my.