Weird chills raced down her flesh, exciting her as she had never been before, when, considering entering this room, she considered the mental picture ...of herself standing by the bed with her own son's long thick prick wedged in her softly quivering thighs and her errant husband being sucked by her son's wife only a few feet away from her. She guessed she was going to show Tom a form of adultery he had no way to commit! The taste of martini and the hashish smoke wafted lazily through her. "Amber, I know you're know what your mom brought you here for, don't you?" I asked as I let my eyes roam up and down over her young developing body. Amber had nice B-cup sized tits inside the top she was wearing -- a button-up blouse that I could see the shape and outline of her breasts through -- and a short skirt that I wondered what I'd find her wearing under it."Yes, I know what she asked you to do for me, and I'm OK with it. She said you were a really good friend of hers and that she knew. She did make a feeble attempt and try to get loose while crying for help, but quickly realized that no one could hear them. Her mind was thinking on one hand, that they never should have gone this far from the village, while on the other, the stories that one of the older girls had told. Of young native girls being taken from their village by tribal raiding parties for the sole purpose and sexual pleasure of the raiding men or to be sold as sexual slaves! This was something she had just. This is just window dressing, darling. It's just the lure that we use to catch our guys. It's what's up here that keeps them," she said, pointing to her head."What do you mean?" Heather asked."Being sexy is as much a mental thing as it is a physical thing. To be sexy, you must think you are sexy. The prettiest woman in the world isn't going to be attractive if she believes she is ugly or if she is a bitch!" Martha said. "And the ugliest woman can find a man if she believes she is lovable." Yeah.