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nationality she couldn’t determine, stood in front of her. He reached down and squeezed her breasts pinching her nipples. She unzipped him and pulled his hard cock out of his shorts. Within three minutes he came in her mouth. Two other crewmembers followed. She quickly sucked them and dutifully swallowed their cum. No one had spoken a word, except when each man finished, he thanked Abul. All three ignored her.
    She buttoned her blouse. Abul said nothing. He closed his eyes again. She remained kneeling in the aisle. She tried to recall Madam Khe’s words about Mary Margaret. The thought that her lovely innocent sister-in-law had been taken from a convent and within hours made to witness Kathy’s obscene trial brought fresh tears to her eyes. Madam Khe had said that Mr. Satomi began to make tapes of herself and Mary Margaret, and that his primary goal had been to gain complete control over Mary Margaret. Certainly, that had to mean Mr. Satomi was not going to give the girl to Abul. Kathy felt somewhat comforted. No fate for Mary Margaret could be worse than to be married to the murdering coward who sat beside her now.
    Abul kept Kathy on her knees for two hours before taking out his own limp prick and crooking a finger at her. “Tongue my balls,” he sneered. Painfully she crawled between his legs and, lifting his cock, began to lick his sweaty testicles. His odious, thick veined penis swelled. She skinned back the uncircumcised cockhead and took it in her mouth. When Abul was about to cum, he made her stop until his prick began to soften. “Tell me how much you want it,” he said. “Speak words of affection and remember to call me ‘husband’. You might also think of your sister-in-law at the Facility.”
    In the past twenty-four hours she had thought of little else. “Please,” she said, her eyes still lowered, “let me suck you.” He grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him. “I...I...mean, please...husband permit me to make love to your...to your cock.” He continued to glare down at her while he twisted her hair painfully. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. He released her. Still looking up at him, she parted her lips and licked them. She reached out to take his cock between her small hands, “Please, Abul...I mean, please husband, use my mouth. Look at my lips. They are warm and wet. I want your cum...please let me have your cum,” she said. Roughly, he pulled her head toward his prick. Her knees were sore and her legs cramped. She closed her swollen lips over his cock and sucked hard, making whimpering sounds in the hope that he would cum this time. He made her suck until her jaws ached. Finally, grunting and swearing, he thrust his cock deep into her throat and came in long spurts, his sour tasting jism thick and hot.
    “Don’t you spill a fuckin’ drop, bitch,” he said. She sucked hard drawing her cheeks in. She sucked until he was dry.
    “What does Abul’s new wife say?” he asked sarcastically.
    “Thank you, husband,” she answered. She thought to herself that it might be possible in the next two weeks to find a way to kill him.
    “Put my prick back in my pants and zip me up. Then fix your face and sit here beside me.” He smiled at her. “I have something to tell you.” When she was settled next to him, he tapped her knee. She turned slightly toward him and spread her legs. “It gives me pleasure to see how quickly you obey,” he moved his hand along her thigh. “It also gives me pleasure to imagine your husband’s final minutes.” He could feel her body become tense and noticed her knuckles whiten as she gripped the seat. “Where was your husband when he drew his last breath, Mrs. Ryan?”
    She looked away from his grinning face. “He...he was on a plane.”
    “Yes,” Abul nodded, “much like this one.” Kathy began to draw her knees together. “Open, bitch!” he demanded. She parted her legs again and he slid his finger into her pussy. She gasped and closed