Bestiality or zoophilia in holland.
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Jenniferås heart raced. She had never before been exposed in such a manner. She was not in the habit of showing herself to anyone, including her husband. Even when they made love, which was not all that often, Jennifer would insist that they turn the lights off before she undressed and slid between the sheets. And now here she was standing naked and alone before a total stranger. Jennifer felt the panic begin to rise within her mind, blanking out coherent thought.
As if from a great distance Jennifer heard a voice say, "Uncover yourself, please, Mrs. Land." When all Jennifer was able to do was to stare blankly down at the horrible man between whose legs she stood, she felt powerful hands grasp her wrists.
With very little effort, Raoul Sanchez was able to force Jenniferås hands down to her sides where he held them îrmly in place against her hips. Sanchez smiled at the far away look of shock on his captiveås pretty face. From there he allowed his eyes to move down the American womanås body so close to him he could smell her fear as well as her pungent female aroma. The young woman straightened in a half- hearted attempt to struggle free of his grasp. It was an ineffectual effort at best. As Sanchez leaned forward in his seat his face came within inches of Jenniferås shapely breasts. He studied them closely for a moment before moving on. The two milky white orbs were indeed perfect. Not a stretch mark or blemish could be seen on either. The pink, upturned nipples gave no hint that a child had once suckled them for nourishment. Raoul Sanchez let his eyes wonder "south" past Jennifer Landås smooth but slightly rounded belly which currently heaved from her rapid breathing. The skin was ïawless.
"Dios mio, Mrs. Land!" Raoul Sanchez muttered under his breath when at last his eyes came to rest on the dark patch of close curls at the top of Jennifer Landås triangular treasure. Sanchez released Jenniferås wrists, then leaning down, he took hold of Jenniferås panties which were in a tight roll just below her knees and tugged them down to her ankles. He was pleased to note that Jennifer did not move to prevent this action. "She was beginning to surrender," he thought. "Excellent!" "Step out of your panties, please, Mrs. Land," he said without looking up.
As if in a dream, Jennifer Land found herself reaching out with one hand to Sanchezås shoulder. Steadying herself, Jennifer raised îrst one foot, then the other, as she stepped out of her panties with the help of her captor.
Sanchez smiled knowingly from his bent over position. Slowly he let his gaze travel up Jenniferås calves and thighs until his face was mere inches from her most private area. Sanchez was pleased to see that unlike most American women, Jennifer Land had not shaved herself down there. Most Americans he had had the pleasure of inspecting had adopted the habit of shaving their pubic hair into a thin vertical stripe. A "mohawk" he had heard it referred to. Sanchez had learned that these women did this so they could wear the new "thong style" swimming suites. Such immodest creatures, American women were. "They were all whores!" Sanchez thought. "But not this one, I see."
Jennifer remained still, frozen by fear and shock while the big man inspected her. Now that she was fully exposed, there wasnåt much she could do to prevent it. She caught herself musing, "Iåm glad I shaved this morning." Then she berated herself. "What am I thinking!"
It was true. Jennifer had "tidied herself up a bit" down there. The extent of her shaving was usually only to remove the hair from the insides of her thighs and maybe the thin, stripe of dark curls that insisted on growing upward toward her belly button. Jennifer Land was a bit of a prude as modern women go. She was very hesitant about touching herself. She had been scolded entirely too often by her mother when she was little, and as a result, Jennifer felt very uncomfortable even going about her regular feminine hygiene. The îrst time her husband had touched her had been a very traumatic experience for Jennifer. Because of her childhood hangups, Jennifer Land did not particularly enjoy manual foreplay. Couple that with the fact that Ed Land, her husband, was an extremely unskilled and even clumsy lover, and one can plainly see why Jennifer Land was now a rather inexperienced woman.
Sanchez had sensed this about his captive from the beginning, îguring correctly that her haughty and head strong attitude was a psychological defense mechanism designed to mask her fear of her own sexuality. "Mrs. Jennifer Land was the perfect subject," Raoul Sanchez thought with a chuckle as he unexpectedly placed his right hand on the inside of Jenniferås right knee. Before the young woman knew what was happening, Sanchez moved his hand quickly up the inside of her thigh until the blade of his index înger pressed îrmly up against the resilient ïesh of Jenniferås vulva. Sanchez felt Jenniferås moist female heat radiate downward onto his hand as he pressed against her soft, furry ïesh. He moved his other hand up behind his captiveås îrm buttocks, preventing Jennifer from escaping his attentions.