.it begins to tingle...Oh fuck..that feels good...as he pushes he way into me...both of us rocking back and forth...I do not care if any one sees us......but..we are so far off the road that no one will..if they do...they would have been turned on by the site....he pulls out...goes down on his knees and the tongue is there...in and out and I am squirming...I cannot control myself as he is now licking the wonderful nectar flowing down my legs...I turn around and he pushes his face into my wet. .. her interrogator explaining that he requires her to be truthful (perhaps suspected of smuggling d**gs or other contraband; innocent, of course, but she will never convince her interrogator).... naturally, your wife is terrified, pleading with him and insisting on her innocence.. some terrible mistake... of course, he's heard it all before; he gives her one more chance to confess, and naturally she again maintains her innocence... sighing, the interrogator begins to unbutton her blouse..... The music had started again and was building to a crescendo. At the height of it, the man in front of me lifted the girl, hooked her legs around his hips and eased her down gently over his excited, twitching cock. I understood now that she was a virgin, and this was her initiation. They gleamed as one as he eased her down onto his stiff rod, inch by amazingly slippery inch. Her head was thrown back in excitement, her hair, now loose, flowed down her back to her hips, swaying as she tossed he. I pleaded with him, "Daaarling. This is very sensitive. Slow down. Please. . . ."He just hissed back, "Haraamjaadee. Tomaakay akhonow choda shyesh koreenee. Chooday tomaar goodtakay khal koray debow." ("Slut. I have not finished fucking you as yet. I will make a canal out of this cunt of yours.")His increased the speed of his strokes. Thwaack. Thwaack. Thwaack. Thwaack. Thwaack. I was now crying softly as his pounded my pussy with his insistent strokes. With slow sobs as each stroke came in and.