You’re not wearing a bra and my thumbs flick across your pert nipples. “But the kids” you say, not doing anything to stop me.“Are sleeping” ...I pinch your nipples, rewarding me with a gasp of pleasure from you.“They might hear”“Let them” My left hand slowly slides down your flat stomach, stopping at your crotch. I can feel how wet you are through your jeans. I rub your pussy through the jeans while my right hand slips under your t-shirt continues to play with your nipples. We continue like. The major topic at dinner that night, besides my fighting was the pressure being brought to bear by the U.S. Government to find Steve and myself. The reason given was our unlawful departure from the States without permission. By the time the dinner ended, Steve and I had been assured that if the rest of my audition went as well as today there would be no problems with us staying for as long as I wanted to remain. I of course had no doubt in my mind I would receive an invitation to stay. Between. I’ll be right back.’ Alone I tried to get control of myself, I was hyperventilating just thinking about being left like this for the next day. How would I sleep or eat? Sleep I might be able to do, I surmised. Eating and drinking was out. That would mean… mean I’d have to go, you know and I wasn’t ever going to do that. No way. It was bad enough to be left here like this but he wouldn’t win. I looked at the clock, it was five minutes to five. I watched the second hand move. It moved pretty. After the piss had all been swallowed by me, I could taste his cock. The heady taste of stale urine and dried sweat and dirt hit my head like a cannon. And I felt a stirring in my cock. The beggar had now started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. He would pull out completely leaving my parted mouth gapping and then plunge in again till his smelly and dirty pubes tickled my nostrils. Soon we got into a rhythm and I even started enjoying his warm veiny cock sliding in my cold.