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2003-01-26
When we got home the planning started, using the internet, she booked a cheap flight from a local airport, to Fes in Morocco, with a connecting flight to Niafounke in Mali. From there we would take the adventure as it came, making our way around as many countries as we could in the eight week school holidays. We would then fly home from where-ever we had reached, so that I would be back ready for start of term at my new high school. I would be thirteen just before the holiday ended. The detail of where we would reach each day, and what we would try to see on our trip was all irrelevant. mum said that was the way men planned a holiday, as if they were going on a route march, “we intend to go where fate leads us”, she said. It all sounded so romantic, and as mum said “if we don’t like any country, we’ll just go somewhere else”, it was that simple. The plane we left on was a charter flight, full of package tour holiday makers, and mum kept on saying, “look at them, there like sheep. They might as well have stopped in England for what adventure their going to see”. When the plane landed almost everybody else on the plane was greeted by a tour rep, and herded away to their next destination. Mum remarked again, “look at them, like children on a school trip”. We on the other hand had no one to assist us, we got the name of our next air operator from our tickets, and looked all around for their checking in desk. We searched from one end of the airport to the other, walking miles, dragging our own cases. Our search was in vain, we asked, but there was a shortage of English speaking people, except for the tour reps, who were too busy looking after their own people. Eventually I found a young lad, about my own age, sweeping up in one of the airport shops. He spoke English with an American accent; he had apparently learnt English off the American forces radio, whilst listening to pop music.
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I explained we were looking for ‘Aligmi Air’, showing him the name on our tickets, and he went and inquired at the information desk, (we had tried there earlier ourselves, but could not make them understand what we wanted). He returned, explaining that we wanted the freight terminal, on the other side of the airport. I thanked him, and we made our way through tunnel after tunnel, until after about forty five minutes, we were in the freight building. What we hadn’t realised was that freight planes over here also carried a limited number of passengers, this was strictly the bottom end of the air travel market. There was no posh check in desk, just a small office with a sign saying the air operator name, and a queue of people standing outside. We eventually got into the office, no body spoke a word of English, but the gestures they were making left us in no doubt that the flight we were booked on had already taken off. Mum started ranting at the man in charge, but he just pointed to his watch, and the time shown on the ticket, we were at least thirty minutes late. They explained by showing us a map, and a lot of gesturing, that we were going to travel east across into Algeria, and via three different airports in a circular route would arrive at our original destination, or at least that’s what we thought they meant. What we couldn’t tell was whether the stop at each port of call would be hours, or days. We had no choice, but to take the flight they were offering, and pay for it. As dad had explained when we had planned the original trip, a lot of these countries do not recognise travellers’ cheques, but American dollars are currency anywhere in the world. Not that mum would admit taking dad’s advice, but she had converted all our money into dollars, and as soon as they saw her open her wallet, their eyes lit up. Mum put some dollars on the table, and hovered above with her hands clutching a fist full more, in a gesture to ask how much the tickets were. The man just kept waving for more, until mum suddenly stopped, and grabbed some of the notes back off the table, saying, “the bloody sod wants more than we paid in England for the full journey”, she said turning to me. The man took the remaining pile of money, and stuffed it in his pocket, giving us a piece of paper which he'd written on in a foreign language that we couldn’t read, except the time, which was one hour away, this apparently was our ticket.Escort Turkey is Turkeys Original and Best Escort Website listing Turkey Escort Agencies and Turkey Independent Escorts.
As we left his office, he followed, and ushered us towards the outside door that led out onto the runway. Everyone else was waiting around, and mum didn’t like the idea of boarding now and waiting out on the runway in the sweltering temperatures out there. So she insisted, that we ignore him and go and find some refreshments, “we’ve got a bloody hour yet, he’s just trying to show how important he is”. The man threw his arms in the air, as if in despair, and beckoned to the others waiting around to come to the door. There was about twenty people waiting, and as soon as he beckoned they all made a mad dash, struggling to get out first, within seconds they had all disappeared through the door, and we could see them through a window, rushing across the tarmac towards a waiting plane. When I say plane, I have only seen planes like this one in old movies, like Casablanca, I didn’t realise planes this old could still fly!I suggested to mum that perhaps we should have taken the man’s advice, and boarded first, but she just shrugged her shoulders, and walked off in search of somewhere to get refreshments. We eventually found a little bar, and by the time we’d had a coke each, it was time to make our way back. When we got back the man was once again agitated, trying to get us to hurry, but mum insisted we took our time. We walked across the tarmac, to the plane. We climbed the steep boarding ladder, and stepped inside. The reason everyone else had wanted to board first was the lack of seats, there were only three rows of two seats each side of the central isle, twelve seats in all. The remaining people were sitting on boxes, and sacks on the floor. Mum tried making a fuss, but she was soon told, with a combination of shouting, gesturing and pushing, to shut-up and sit down. We sat on old sacks like the other unlucky passengers, and soon the heat made its presence felt, this was not like the modern air conditioned planes I been in before. Looking around it reminded me of the old planes that you used to see in the old black and white war films.WORLD ADULT DIRECTORY | ESCORTS DIRECTORY
There was an exposed metal framework running all along the inside of the main cabin, it had no windows, and the back half was stacked with boxes, covered with big rope cargo netting. The only lighting was a row of dim bulkhead lights in the centre of the roof, running the length of the plane. It had been sitting out here in the blazing sun and it was like an oven, the sweat was pouring from the skin of every person in the plane, it stank. My thoughts were suddenly broken by the rumble, and then roar as the engines with their big propellers burst into life, the noise was deafening. The plane taxied out to take off, there was no stewardess giving safety instructions, you wouldn’t have heard them even if there had been. The thundering noise reached a level where it was hurting my ears, and then the plane started rolling, getting faster and faster, until some of the rumble noise ceased, and we were in the air. Within minutes we felt the plane level off, and the noise reduced to just a loud roar, but it was still impossible to hear what anyone said even if they shouted, right in you ear. We had been flying for about fifteen minutes when a man who’d been sitting in the second row, got out of his seat, walked passed us down the middle of the stacked cargo. When he reached the back of the plane, without trying to hide what he was doing, he undid his zip, and pulled out his prick and proceeded to have a piss. He stood there in full view pissing on the floor, I was transfixed, first I’d never seen a man’s prick, and to piss in public was unheard of. Mum brought me back to my senses, as she stood up and pulled me with her. She made her way to the vacant seat where the man had been sitting, sat down and pulled me onto her knee. I looked back nervously wondering what the man would do. We soon found out. When he’d finished he zipped himself up, and walked back to where we were sitting.Escort News Growing Guide is an International Escort Directory of European Escorts. We HAVE a Full Listing of France Italy and Greece Overseas Independent
He gestured, and asked us to get up (not that we could understand his words). Mum clung onto me, and shook her head, as if to say no. The man didn’t shout he just forced his arm in between my back and mums chest wrapping it around me under my arms, his other arm went under the backs of my knees, and he lifted me effortlessly out of mum’s grip. He stood in the centre aisle, looking around for somewhere to put me down, there were plenty of eager arms being held out by the other seated passengers, who I now realised were all men. The only women on the plane were all sitting on the floor. The man holding me selected the second row, on the opposite side of the aisle to his own seat, and laid me across the laps of the two men seated there. The men immediately took their opportunity, and I was held down by my shoulders by one man who used his other hand up the inside of my tee-shirt to check out my little tits. The other man pressed down on my waist with one arm, using his other hand up my skirt, to check out my crotch. This all happened so fast, while I was being molested, my mum had been lifted from the seat in the same effortless manner, and carried to the back of the plane protesting loudly all the way. When he reached where the cargo was stacked, he tied her down to the cargo netting with an odd bit of rope he’d found. I was still struggling, but to no avail, as hands from the men seated in the row in front and behind were all getting in on the act. My tee-shirt had been pulled off, along with my bra (not that my tits were big enough to need a bra), and my knickers were leaving my legs. The hands were all over my body, I was terrified, as fingers probed my dry, tight, virgin cunt. The probing was hurting, but it was more the brutal manner that was frightening me. My legs were now wide open, and I could see someone standing there unbuckling his belt.Greece Escorts Athens Greece Female Escorts Lamia Greece Female Adult Entertainers Thessaloniki Greece Female Escort Heraklion Greece Women Escorts Komotini Greece Escorts Ioannina Greece Female Escorts Corfu Greece Female Adult Entertainers Mytilene Gree
Even at the age of twelve, I realised he was going to rape me, but I was helpless to do anything. Suddenly the door from the pilot’s cabin opened, and a man in uniform stepped out. He immediately dashed into action, swiping at people as he waded his way through to me. Nobody fought back, or resisted him in any way, and I was soon being helped to my feet. I was led into the front cockpit, the pilot was sat in one seat, and the other seat was empty. I was sat down on a little seat that hinged down off the dividing wall between the front cockpit and the main cabin. He then went back to retrieve my clothes, and returned, but with only my ripped tee-shirt. He helped me get it on, and handed me a box of tissues to dry my tears. He had closed the door to the main cabin, and was trying to comfort me, but talking was still impossible because of the noise of the engines. He was trying to ask me something, pointing at my legs, but I couldn’t make out what he wanted. The gesture that he was making, looked like he wanted my legs open again, but I couldn’t make him out. He took the head phones off the pilot, and placed them on my head, and he put on the pair off the back of the empty seat. “Can you hear me now?” he asked in clear English. “Yes” I replied, nodding as well. He reached up and opened a small locker, taking out a medical box, which he opened.Escort in Greece is the best companion you could dream of getting during the period you spend staying in Athens. The best thing about hiring one is their availability. Without you taking much of a fuss the services of escorts in Greece are to be had quite
He took out a tube of cream, put the box back and turned around. “Ok. Don’t be afraid. Just lean back and lift up your skirt, I’ll put some cream on your legs for you”, he said. I leaned back, and lifted the hem of my skirt; he got down on his knees, spread my legs wide open, and moved forward, pushing my legs wider. He squeezed a long string of cream out of the tube, onto a finger of his other hand. “Ok. I’m not going to hurt you, just relax, and I’ll rub this cream in to take away the stinging”. I wasn’t really stinging at all. True, it had hurt while they were poking at it, but it wasn’t hurting now, only slightly sore, and not enough to make a fuss about. But I didn’t stop him, and the cream met up with my cunt, he stroked back and forth. At first he was rubbing the cream in around the tops of my legs, and then he placed his hands on my waist and slid me towards him. My bum was now clear of the seat, and my weight was taken by me laying my back on the seat. He continued rubbing in the cream, going right underneath me, up as far as the end of the crevice in my bum, and then coming forward and massaging around my bulging little whispery haired mound at the front. He would stop momentarily to squeeze another long string from the tube, and then back to his stroking.Istanbul Escort - The Best Girl to Spend Your Time with in Turkey Everyone has to experience rough phases in life and would need a good vacation in order to recuperate. Once in a while you need to let go of your problems at home and work and just de-stres
The pilot was more interested in watching my cunt being stroked than he was in flying the plane. The cream was penetrating every nook and cranny, and his finger end was entering both my arse, and cunt in turn, but it was sliding in so gently, that there was no sensation of pain and I was not in the least frightened by him. It all seemed quite proper, as though it was the school nurse, or a doctor making things better. By now his finger was going up my arse past his knuckle, and up my cunt the full length of his middle finger. The finger up my arse didn’t hurt, but wasn’t giving me a thrill, but every time he pushed his finger up my cunt, I felt such a overwhelming sensation, that I started arching my back and lifting my cunt up to meet his probing finger. “Does that feel good?” He asked. “Oooh! Yes!” I replied. “I’ll try two fingers, tell me if it’s too much for you”, he said.tours russia thessaloniki
The silly thing is, that I did take hold, and he had both hands free to stroke and massage to his hearts content. Two fingers of one hand were probing deep up my cunt, while his other hand manipulated my clit. Between the two approaches, I was soon writhing about, asking for more. He kept on working on me while he asked “would you like to try something a bit bigger up there?”“I don’t know. What do you mean?” I asked. “Something bigger than my fingers” he said. “Like what?” I asked. “I could put some cream on my cock. That way I can reach deeper inside” he said. “Ok. But not too much” I replied. He was still kneeling; he unbuckled his belt, and pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees to reveal a big thick shaft of flesh. It stood there like one of those prairie dogs that you see on a David Attenborough nature program, only this one had only one eye, looking skyward. Thinking about how tight the two fingers had been in my cunt, and looking at the size of this thing, I thought to my self “there’s no way he can get that big thing up my little cunt”. “You aren’t thinking of trying to get that in are you?” I said.Ücretli Bayan Escort İstanbul
“You’ll like it. Honest”, was his reply. “Please no don’t. It’s too big” I said. “It’s not that big, and your little pussy is just waiting to be stretched. Wait till I put some cream on, and I’ll just put the knob end in, then you can tell me if you want more”, he replied. He knelt there squeezing cream out of the tube, and smearing it all over his stiff prick. I lay there feeling very nervous, not knowing whether to resist or not. “Ok. Are you ready”, he said, and without waiting for a reply he pushed the knob end against the entrance to my hole, the lips of my cunt opened like magic, and wrapped themselves around his dick. Now the end was in, it felt warm and it was pulsing, without knowing what I was doing, I lifted towards him pushing it in deeper. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, I lifted again, and heard myself in the headphones saying, “give it to me. Push it up. Oh! God. Push it up more.electra angel
Come on. Come on. Fuck me!”That was all the encouragement he needed, it rammed in deep, taking my breath away, his ramming was slow and methodical, pulling almost out, and then ramming in deep till his balls slapped against my bum. The sensation in my cunt was beyond anything that I could have dreamed about, but now there was something stirring my emotions, I knew something was about to happen but I didn’t know what. At that point he was also about to cum his milky seed, and knowing how young I was he didn’t want to put a baby up there. As I was about to explode, he pulled his prick out, and pushed hard against my arse hole, which he had previously creamed up with his finger. It slid in, and he pushed hard forcing it the full length up my anal passage, I let out a scream, as my arse felt like it was being torn open, simultaneously my cunt let flow a flood of sticky juices, as I had my first orgasm. His prick was deep up my arse, and as I writhed about, the grip of my arse pulled on his prick, shooting his hot spunk deep into my anal passage. He collapse and lay on top of me while I continued to writhe about. By the time I’d stopped, his prick had shrunk and slipped out, he opened his eyes, and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I couldn’t risk giving you a baby. Are you ok?” I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and hugged him with all my might, saying, “oh I love you. Fuck me again, please fuck me again”, I couldn’t believe the words as they came over my headphones, was that me asking to be fucked again?“So you did like it?” he said pulling himself free and getting to his feet. He climbed across into his seat, passed his headphones to the pilot, and he took over flying the plane. The pilot now climbed into the back with me, and while dropping his trousers said in a broken English, “ready for gig gig gurley”.He was now in position, and his prick was sliding up. It could have been that I was getting used to being fucked, but his prick didn’t seem as big as the other man’s. He had the same long ramming action, but with a little faster pace, and I was soon in love again. My cunt started building to what I now knew would be an orgasm, which would take me to a semi-spasm state. Once again like his partner, he pulled out, and I prepared myself for the pain in my arse, his knob end entered, and instead of ramming it right in deep, he pushed his prick in and out pumping his spunk into my arse, without me taking the whole length up. This was super, my cunt flooded out juices that ran down around his prick lubricating it as he pumped his hot sticky spunk up me. I once again was surprised by my own voice in the headphones, “fuck my arse. Go on fuck it deep. Shoot your spunk right up”, it was like there was a devil taking over my voice, like one of those horror films. But he did as I had bid him; the remaining drops of spunk were ejected deep into my bowels, at which point he pulled out, stood up and watched me writhe about uncontrollably, for several minutes. He handed me a box of tissues, and helped me back up onto the seat. While I was getting straightened up, the pilot got back to the controls, and gave the headphones back to the co-pilot. He climbed back to where I was sitting, and asked “Are you alright?” and “are we all cool about this?” Once he had satisfied himself that I wasn’t going to blow the whistle on their little exploit, he turned and opened the door to the main cabin, and as we looked out, I was horrified to see my mum, laid on the floor spread wide open with a man fucking away. I went to get up, but was pushed back in my seat by the co-pilot. “Wait there till I sort this out, it looks like there all riled up”.
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He reached into a side locker and took out a revolver, which really frightened me, I think I wet myself, not that I had any knickers on to wet. He stormed out, waving his gun about, all the men who were standing watching, and the ones holding mum, scattered back to their seats, but the man fucking mum wasn’t going to stop till he’d shot his load. I expected the co-pilot to knock him on the head, or shoot him, but instead he just stood watching, and waited till the man finally shot his spunk up my mum. He then helped mum to her feet and walked her to the cockpit, telling me to jump in the front seat out of the way, and sitting mum where I’d been seated. He went back to gather what clothes he could find, and returned, putting them on the floor behind him. Mum was covered in spunk from head to foot; it was in her hair, on her face, tits, everywhere. Although we had only seen the one man fucking her, the rest of the men out there had all been involved, in some way or another. The women that were out there had all kept out of the way probably too scared to do anything else. How many men had raped her we didn’t know, but she was in a right state, and it obviously hadn’t been an exhilarating experience like the one I’d just had. She was totally naked, the co-pilot was cleaning her down around her tits, and mum was wiping her face. He worked his way down her body, getting her to spread open while he cleaned her up in between her legs. She sat there like I had done, and let him clean her up. He then helped her to get dressed, and took the headphones off me to give to mum. I couldn’t hear what was being said but he was obviously trying to calm her down. She sat there now fairly calm, and he beckoned me to climb out of his chair, he got back in and beckoned me to sit on his knee, there were no other places to sit, so I climbed back and sat on his knee.Escort Turkey is Turkeys Original and Best Escort Website listing Turkey Escort Agencies and Turkey Independent Escorts.
The backs of the pilots’ chairs were tall so mum couldn’t see his hand going up my skirt. His right hand was on the joystick, and he placed my left hand on his joystick. I opened my legs to give him access to my crotch, and as he played with my clit, and poked my cunt, I wanked his prick. When he shot his load, it landed all over the front of his smart uniform. Then when I reached my climax, the juices flooded out of my cunt, running down the inside of my short skirt, and onto his trouser legs. After about an hour we were in sight of the air field, a little tarmac runway, with a dozen wooden huts, mostly very small, but one large one situated in the middle, there was no airport terminal building like we were used to seeing. We came in to land, and touched down without any problems, the pilot doing all the flying while the co-pilot played with my sloppy cunt. The plane taxied up to one of the huts and stopped, the engines shutdown, and the silence was deafening. It was soon broken by mum ranting about getting the police to sort out those raping bastards. The co-pilot was trying his best to calm her down saying it would probably be best to just put it down to experience, and make sure we were careful not to get into that kind of vulnerable situation again. “CAREFUL. WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WAS THAT MY FAULT THEY BLOODY RAPED ME? YOUR JUST SCARED YOU’LL LOSE YOUR JOB IF I REPORT WHAT HAPPENED”, she was screaming and shouting like a mad woman. The co-pilot said if she was sure she wanted to report it, he would go with her to the army control hut. “ARMY? I’M NOT GOING TO ANY ARMY! I’M GETTING THE POLICE INVOLVED” she screamed. “We’re at least 400 miles from the nearest police man.WORLD ADULT DIRECTORY | ESCORTS DIRECTORY
Out here the only law is the army, or about 100 miles north, there’s an air base. ” He said calmly. By now the ground crew out side had opened the main doors, and put the access ladder in place, and all the passengers were making their way passed the little wooden huts, a disappearing across the sand dunes of the desert that encircled the air field. “THERE BLOODY GETTING AWAY” shouted mum getting up and dashing out into the main cabin. We all followed, me apologising to the co-pilot for mum being so rude, and him asking me if I was still cool about our little bit of messing about, I reassured him I was. Mum had arrived at the nearest hut and was shouting and flailing her arms about, much to the amusement of the two men who had appeared out of the air operators hut. They hadn’t got a clue what she was going on about, I tried to calm her down, but she insisted they were all as bad as each other. The co-pilot explained in what ever language they spoke out here (we didn’t even know what the language was, never mind how to speak it), what had happened to mum. They use a lot of gesturing to accompany their words when speaking, like the Italians’ do, and some of it, especially the bit about her getting fucked was the same gesture that would be used by men in England. He then went on to describe about how I’d had my knickers torn off, and been molested. The two men listened, and the only reaction was a sly smirk, each time something sexual was described to them. They talked for a minute or two with the co-pilot who turned to mum and said, “there’s nothing they can do, company policy states passengers travel on freight planes at their own risk. If you want to take it further he suggests the same as I’ve already told you. We need to report it the captain of the army unit, he’s in that end hut”, he was pointing to a hut about a hundred yards away. Mum turned and stormed off towards the hut, grabbing my hand and saying “come on Virginia.Escort News Growing Guide is an International Escort Directory of European Escorts. We HAVE a Full Listing of France Italy and Greece Overseas Independent
There not going to fob me off with small print excuses like travelling at your own risk”. We arrived at the army hut and she stormed in without knocking. The hut was about ten by twenty feet, with a desk directly in front of us as we walked in the door. The desk was a solid wooden one, littered with piles of paper documents, with two chairs on our side and a single chair the other side. At the far end of the hut were about ten men lounging on chairs around another much longer desk, they were in uniform, but all looked untidy and shabby. They were playing cards, smoking, and drinking. As we burst in, me being dragged by mum, they all leapt to their feet, the officer, snapping some orders to the rest, and buttoning his shirt as he walked to the desk and sat down facing us. The men had all sat up straight, and smartened themselves up as well. He appeared to be asking us to take a seat, but mum stayed on her feet, and started a torrent of abuse and complaints, which he obviously couldn’t understand. There was an impasse, with mum gesturing and shouting, and him shrugging his shoulders. The co-pilot arrived, and spoke to the officer, relating the events with gestures as he had done minutes before. The men at the back of the hut were showing more interest now that the mention of sex was introduced (not that I could understand him, but the gesture as I’ve said was clear). The officer once again urged us to take a seat, and the co-pilot said “he’s asking you to sit down, so we can sort this out for you”. “It’s about time someone took this seriously” said mum sitting down, so I sat as well. The co-pilot acted as an interpreter, repeating what the officer said in English, and what mum said in whatever language.Greece Escorts Athens Greece Female Escorts Lamia Greece Female Adult Entertainers Thessaloniki Greece Female Escort Heraklion Greece Women Escorts Komotini Greece Escorts Ioannina Greece Female Escorts Corfu Greece Female Adult Entertainers Mytilene Gree
Mum went through in graphic detail explaining how she had been raped by all of the male passengers, some more than once. She went into detail, about being fucked up the arse, and down her throat. Each time the co-pilot doing all the hand gestures, the men at the back were staring at me and smirking, and I was blushing more and more. Then as if that wasn’t enough, when she’d described her nightmare in full, she went into a description, of my ordeal, and I just sat there blushing. Now the officer said he would need to compile the evidence for any prosecution to proceed, so standing up he barked orders to his men. Two of them rushed across one picking up an old cane basket, and the other sweeping the desk contents into it with his hands, until the desk was clear. He then gestured, whilst looking at me. “He wants you to get up on the desk and lie down” said the co-pilot looking at me. “What for?” said mum. “Well even in England they would surely need to check your daughter had really been molested, and have photographic evidence, wouldn’t they?” came the reply. “Well I suppose so, but they would have a female doctor” said mum. “Well if we fly in a doctor, first you don’t get women doctors in this country, second it would be at least two days, and any evidence would be gone by then. We’re not in your precious England now you know. I don’t know why women like you ever come to our country if you don’t like how we do things”, he was getting irritated. “I suppose you’d better let them examine you Virginia, the sooner we get this over with the better.Escort in Greece is the best companion you could dream of getting during the period you spend staying in Athens. The best thing about hiring one is their availability. Without you taking much of a fuss the services of escorts in Greece are to be had quite
” And then turning to the co-pilot, “Ask them to send the rest of the men out while the officer examines her”. He spoke to the officer, but the reaction was one of contempt, and he turned back saying “I'm sorry, but the men stay here”. I looked at mum but she shrugged her shoulders, and said “you might as well get it over with”. I walked around to the end of the desk and a soldier either side took hold of my arms and helped me up, sliding me back along the desk and laying me down. One of them lifted the hem of my skirt up over my chest, and a soldier either side of the desk took hold of an ankle lifting my legs high and very wide. “Don’t be afraid, there only going to check you out. They won’t hurt you”, said the co-pilot. I lay still while the officer placed his fingers on the lips of my cunt, and pulled them open. “What’s he doing that for?” demanded mum. “He’s got to check inside for signs of forced entry” came the reply. My cunt was still sloppy wet from the fingering I’d had, and the officer used the fingers of one hand to hold my lips open whilst he used his middle finger to investigate my cunt hole, sliding it up till his hand stopped him going further. The co-pilot could see mum was about to protest again, when he said “look! He’s only checking to see if she’s really been interfered with, let him get on with it and it’ll soon be over”. Mum kept silent, but she was bursting to say something. He poked in and out about five times, and then he must have sensed mum being ready to explode. He pulled his finger out, and went across to a cupboard, and came back with a camera, which he used to take about a dozen pictures from every angle, full body and close-up, and I do mean close.-
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