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CRUEL TO BE KIND I've recently had to visit a client in South America. But my American friend and mentor, whom I introduced in 'Kindred Spirits', has once again came to my aid, and pointed me towards some suitable entertainment to end my trip. I called him by instant messaging to tell him all about it as soon as I returned to my cosy cottage back home in Spain... "Hi, this is Tomas. ¿Qué tal?" "Muy bien. Sorry to catch you this early - my body clock is all over the place and I couldn't work out what the time is in the US. Good job you were online. I only got back from Brazil this afternoon." "Yes thanks - a really good trip, and that's the reason I'm calling: to say a huge thank you for your introduction to that guy in São Paulo. It all went fantastically well. You know, you really should consider a career change and become a tour operator. Specialising in exotic pursuits in unlikely places!" "Oh yes, cute little Maria is still my 'guest'. In fact she's lying beside me right now. Hang on - I'll tilt the webcam for a moment. Can you see her? She's a bit tied up at the moment so she can't wave! When I got back I found some washing up she had missed whilst I was away and so she needed a thorough punishment. And then she had to show me how sorry she was and... well you know what happens when she starts making those pathetic little whimpering noises: you just can't stop spanking her." "Wriggling about? I suppose she is. Ah. I'll explain that later." "Oh yes, my friend, she won't forget your visit here in a hurry. The poor little bitch could hardly stand for two days and couldn't sit down for a week! I keep telling her that if she's a naughty girl I'll give her to you for good." "What do you mean too old? So what's hidden away in your basement at the moment then?" "Really? Jesus! You must be exhausted!" "Brazil? I should say so - even better than you'd promised. The minute I got the business part of the trip out of the way I booked into that place you recommended, on the coast road. Very secluded. Just right." "And your pet policeman, Marcos, met me downtown just as you'd arranged. How on earth did you get to know him?" "No! Well he's an Inspector now in the Special Response Team for Sao Paolo. Asked me to send his regards and to ask you when you're coming back. Very interesting fellow, isn't he? And true to his word. I thought perhaps he would just hand me on to some junior but he was great. Took me down to the favelas (1) in his unmarked police car and we cruised around whilst he showed me where the street kids live and told me tales of the sort of things the police used to get up to. He said that they've cleaned up their act a lot in recent years but he still seemed to be able to do whatever he wanted. It was incredible. Then he took me to a juvenile holding centre where they put all the abandonados (2) that they've picked up that night. And do you know what he'd done? Rather than give me just any little urchin, he'd specifically ordered his men to pick up any young girls arriving at the bus station the day before, and so sitting there were three fresh little peasant girls for me to choose from!" "Absolutely. And in a city of 18 million, who is going to miss another menino de rua (3)?" "Yeah, maybe if I had been staying longer! No, I made do with just the one this time! Sweet little thing; hadn't a clue what was going on. Straight off the bus from some hick town in the jungle with her plastic holdall and a dream of becoming a waitress in the big city. Marcos was telling me fifty kids a day turn up like that. They call them pivetes, which means 'little farts'." "Hard to tell. I reckoned no more than eleven but she told me she was twelve - same as Maria but even skinnier. Very dark she was too - not black - but definitely a mulatto, with great big white teeth, a mass of frizzy black curls and mischievous, twinkly brown eyes. Gorgeous muscle tone - long thin legs and perky little tits with incredibly little hard nipples sticking through her vest. What was that?" "Exactly. A nice fresh little waif who hadn't had yet had the opportunity to get dragged into the whole drugs and HIV thing. Man, it's pretty evil in some of those places. Think of a vice and you'll find it there." "Yeah. But seriously, I wouldn't have gone anywhere like that without Marcos." "So anyway, I choose this girl, Carícia, and Marcos grabs her by the ear and hauls her into a side room. My Portuguese isn't especially good, but I got the gist. He gave her a real lecture about how stupid it was for a young girl to come to São Paulo and he went on and on about all the terrible things that could happen to her. The poor kid looked terrified and burst into tears. Then he says that she is lucky. She is going to be taught a lesson and if she satisfies her teacher, he may not arrest her again. He introduces me and says that she is to go with me and depending on how what I decide about her, she will either be released or else she'll be locked up in Pirajui (4) and he'd throw away the key. Then he looks at me and winks and the next thing I know the girl and I are being taken back to the apartment in the back of a police car! I could feel her still trembling next to me as we drove through the streets." "It is. Another world. Miles of squalor." "Of course, before we did his little tour of the city. One-fifty US in cash. A bit more than you'd said, but I don't care: it was well worth it. And he threw in an old pair of handcuffs!" "I agree. I don't think he does it for the money either. Maybe he just enjoys a change from routine. It must be pretty depressing for a cop faced with such enormous problems. They can only scratch the surface." "Yeah. So the police drop us off and I take her inside. She's very, very quiet. Marco had told her that I would give her a short, sharp shock and she's nervous. I say to her that the police are very cross and accuse her of coming to the city to become a whore. She is distraught and of course she pleads innocence but that is just what I needed to set the scene. I tell her that since she wants to be a tart I would show her what tarts have to do and she had better be damned good or else I would tell the Inspector and instead of being sent away with a caution, she would be locked up with a lot of very unpleasant people. She was really innocent, this one. Practically threw herself at my feet and begged me not to get her put in jail. I made her promise to do be good and tell me everything." "I know: it couldn't have been better. Marcos's talk was inspired. I'd only been expecting to get to spend my day off fucking some hot little teenie but he'd actually managed to set up a really cool scenario and now I could play some really interesting games with her..." "Oh yes, my friend. Mind games as well as physical ones." "You bet - you should have seen me! I remembered what you told me about how to begin with a new one and so the first thing I did was get her properly afraid of me. I shouted to her to stand still then I emptied her bag over the floor and trashed her belongings. Not that she had much: a couple of changes of clothes, some food, a tatty old bedroll and some family photos. I went through it all, yelling that how the hell could anyone believe she had come here expecting to work - this crap looked like the stuff of a girl who was going to earn a living on her back. I ranted on, calling her a little puta (5), chucking her stuff in the bin and scattering the rest around the apartment. She had twenty Reals (6) stuffed in a sock, which I pocketed. She tried to grab it so I slapped her face and made her stand in the corner." "No no, just a tap but she was getting hysterical. You approve?" "Right. She thought I'd destroyed her little world. She was curled up, blubbing, so I got hold of her thick mop of curly hair and dragged her into the bathroom. 'Listen to me, you little fucker', I growled at her, 'you are nothing. You chose to leave home and come here: nobody made you do it. No one except a couple of policemen know where you are and they couldn't care less about you. You could disappear forever and no one would be any the wiser. I suggest you start being a good little girl for me or else I might see to it that you do disappear!' I pushed her up against the cold tiles and leaned over her. 'You better start behaving like the whore you are and stop pretending to be a cute little girl - you're fooling no one,' I told her and put my hand on her tit. Now she was really scared. She kept shaking her head but I grabbed hold of her vest and yanked it over her head, so I could have a better feel of those squashy little boobs. I pinched her nipple and glared at her. 'You ever sucked a man?' I asked her. She was horrified. 'No, mister,' she said..." "That's right: she kept calling me 'mister'. Really cute." "Uh-huh. I dropped my trousers and she knew I wasn't fooling around. Sunk to her knees and put it in her mouth without any prompting." "Oh yes, but she was a total novice. Mind you, I was so horny she could have chewed the thing and I'd have cum. She needed some key words of encouragement and instruction but mostly I just let her get on with it and it wasn't long before she got her first decent mouthful of semen. Man, was she desperate not to upset me! Kept looking up at me with her big brown eyes to see if she was doing all right. Nearly choked when I came, but I told her to keep it in and swallow the lot and so she forced it all down. I hardly let her finish before I started on her again. 'Filthy little slut!' I said, and put her into the shower and turned it on cold. Made her spend fifteen minutes in there, soaping herself under cold water. 'Get your shorts off too! Turn around! Whores can't be shy!' "Mm? Oh yes, beautiful little pussy. Smooth and firm with hardly any hair." "Funny you should ask that. Yes I did exactly what you'd said. Made her stand there and pee in the shower. Hard to keep your self-respect with a stranger staring at your cunt in full flow, eh?" "Yeah? Wow, that sounds like fun. Maybe I'll try that with Maria later." "I marched her out on to the veranda to dry off a bit. I wanted to play with her until I was ready to fuck, so I got her to pour me a drink and sit on my lap. Told her to be nice, give me a cuddle, be sexy." "She didn't get it at first, but after I had spanked her, she played the game." "I sure did: straight over my knee, no messing. Twenty or so good ones. She made a fuss, cried out a bit, but that place is so far off the beaten track it made no odds. She had a gorgeous little ass - rock hard. Being dark-skinned, it took a while for the soreness to appear, but by then she had a pair of fiery little buns. Left her over my lap when I had finished, just running my hands over them. I loved the way her tits were pressing down on my cock, and it gave me the chance to check out her backside properly. I told her that if she was going to be a whore in São Paulo, she had better get used to having something stuck up her ass, and I started opening her up with my finger. I said it would be less uncomfortable if the finger was lubricated and I let her lick it a few times as I worked her open. She didn't like that at all! She kept crying that she didn't want to become a whore, but I told her to shut up unless she wanted some more slapping, so she lay there wriggling whilst I stroked her back and shoved first one, then two fingers up her tight little behind." "Oh yes - that was next." "You're right, I'm not too fond of anal, but I just had to do it with her. It seemed so, I don't know, appropriate, shoving it up the arse of such a small girl. I put her on all fours on the sunlounger and stood behind her. Fucked her ass there and then, out on the veranda, in the warm morning sunshine. What decadence! Little cunt just curled up and snivelled as I did it though, so once I'd forced it in a short way and used some spit to make it easier, I got a bit rough. Held her up by her hips and slammed it down into her. That made her take notice - moaning and whimpering and still going on about not wanting to be a puta. But I couldn't get it in deep enough like that: I got my end in OK but she's keep collapsing on the lounger when I pushed harder, so instead I made her lie flat on the lounger with her legs over the sides and I got right down on top of her. That was a lot better and I loved the way I could look down and see her whole tiny little brown body squeezed underneath me, and watch it shake each time I rammed by cock hard up inside her." "Talk to her?" "Oh - taunt her. I understand. You know me too well, my friend! Of course, once I was lying on top of her, with my face close to her ear, I could be, how would you say? A little intimate? All the usual stuff, asking if she liked having a big cock up her, did it feel nice and so on. All the dirty talk. Spanish and Portuguese are quite similar in that respect!" "Yes I did come inside her, but I made her change position one more time first, with her face pressed into the lounger and her ass up in the air. I crossed her wrists behind her back and held them tight as I rode her. That was good - I didn't get the full penetration but I could ease back and watch her tight little anus dilate each time I pushed back inside her. She looked so small, it's incredible how accommodating she was." "I was tempted, sure, but I made do with just (what did you call it?) oh, yes, taunting her. I made her beg, to ask me to shoot my load in her ass. So many tears, but she did say it, just as I couldn't hold off any longer. Oh you should have heard the little grunting noises she made when I was going for it at the end!" "Ha! That's right, exactly like Juanita in Florida. Must be a Latin thing, eh?!" "You're right! I needed a rest by then and so we had lunch. I handcuffed her to the breakfast bar in the kitchenette. Made her crawl there, with the cuffs in her mouth. That's one of your tricks isn't it?" "See - I do pay attention!" "Of course. She had to beg like a dog for each morsel I deigned to give her. Oh - you'll like this bit: when she was crouching there on the floor and sitting up and begging, the spunk dribbled out of her ass and made a mess on the floor and..." "Yep, you guessed it! Lick it all up! Gave me the excuse to cane her too." "I did. Don't know if you'll remember but on the main drag into town there's a florist's shop? Sells bamboo canes!" "Thanks. Her bottom was still nice and pink from the earlier spanking and it didn't take much to get her in a real state. Yelling and squealing. She had a really childish voice - proper little girl's lisp, and when she started muttering a prayer! Fuck - nearly blew me away. I had to make that last, I thought, so instead of just making her bend over to be caned, I made her clean up then took her into the bedroom and cuffed her to the headboard and then I used another of your tricks - cut the cord the from the blinds so I could tie it around each ankle and then up-end her, you know, bend back double with the cords tied to the headboard too. Now we were talking! I could really take my time and have the choice of anywhere between her waist and the backs of her knees. Or be really spiteful and do the insides of her thighs." "You bet I did!" "Yeah, she was quite loud, but I spun it out over half the afternoon, just a stroke here and there, and so she had enough time to get her breath back and calm down before I'd hit her again. I did her bottom first and when there were enough lines swelling up across it, I went for a swim in the pool, leaving her to lie there and fret. She had her spiel ready when I got back - promising this, that and the other, begging me to stop and let her go. But I had other ideas. I felt good after the swim and left my trunks to dry so that I could be naked when I started again - she could watch my cock flap about when I swung the cane!" "It's not that big, but thanks anyway! I really teased her, rubbing the tip of the cane over her pussy, asking her if she thought it would hurt if I hit her there. I let her think she could dissuade me with another blow-job and she put her heart and soul into it, craning her neck to get her mouth over it, licking for all she was worth. But I still wanted to hear her scream some more, so I began inside her thighs, one stroke each side, working slowly up towards her crotch. I had to stand on the bed to get a proper swing down between her legs. What a lovely sight she made, tied there helpless, tiny, tear-stained, frightened out of her life. Oh I wish you could have been there with me, we could have had a great time." "Sure, but with two, it gives them no time to recover from one thing before the next. My dear little Maria can testify to that." "OK, where was I? Tormenting the girl on the bed. Looking at her cunt I'm sure she can't have been more than eleven. She had a few curly bits down the side and can you guess what I did?" "Well I suppose I am that predictable. Yep, one by one, with the tweezers from my wash bag. She was shaking by the end. I mean really shaking. Still, it must have taken twenty minutes and that's a long time for a little girl's cunt to be in agony. Made her sore of course, her labia were really puffy and red. And, get this: the after-shave didn't make it any better! "I am a bastard, that's true! But at least I didn't put the cane on her cunt. Right up her thighs, yes, but I thought she'd had enough and besides, I didn't want her too damaged as I hadn't fucked her properly yet." "No, I waited until the evening." "I let her have a cool bath. I didn't want her pussy smelling of men's aftershave when a I fucked it! Well that's not strictly true. I had a bit of fun with her tits before that." "Ah. Now again I followed your example, oh wise one. Improvisation. Unfortunately I didn't have your bag of tricks, so I had to use what I could find in the apartment. When I had finished plucking her, and she was less hysterical, I told her that now her cunt was nice and pretty, she was ready to turn her first trick. I think she thought I was about to fuck her, because she started all that pleading again, and saying she was not a whore. Well of course all I wanted was an excuse to torment her, so I pulled her twenty Reals from my trouser pocket and asked her if that was what she expected to charge - twenty a fuck? Then I told her she wasn't worth it - a scrawny kid with not tits and not much use as a cocksucker. I held up a coin. One Real. That's what I'll pay you. One Real to fuck that tiny little pussy of yours." "Oh, I dunno - thirty cents maybe." "Well, she didn't think it was a bargain of course, and so I had to persuade her to agree my price. You see where I'm going?" "Exactly. I took her back into the kitchenette and laid her on her back on the breakfast bar, with her head backwards over the end. I pulled an arm down each side of the counter cuffed her wrists together underneath. And just for good measure, I took the cord from her ankles and tied it round the backs of her knees, pulling it tight and joining the lengths under the counter, so her legs were wide open too. She made a most interesting table cloth." "Table cloth. I ate my supper off her. A nice hot pasta spread over her tummy and tits, cold bottle of beer wedged in her crotch. She didn't mind that - helped to numb the ache from the plucking. Didn't need to add any salt! Anyway, as I ate, I calmly negotiated her price. I didn't up my offer. I just needed to persuade her to accept. There were a few clothes pegs on the dryer on the veranda, and they fitted her nipples nicely. I think I mentioned that they were like little brown nuts - hard and always semi-erect. Or fully erect and a bit stretched when I had finished with them. The nice thing about putting her on the counter like that is that her head was lower than the top. With effort, she could lift it but not for long. So she couldn't see too much of what I was doing. So she didn't have a clue when I put the peeled chilli in her pussy. I think it hurt more because of the punishment I'd given it earlier, although the effect was great fun to watch. At first nothing, then she wriggled a bit and then she wriggled some more and began to moan, and after a few minutes she was thrashing about and yelling. Just for a change. It was lucky I had finished my pasta or else it would have all ended up on the floor." "Mmm... oh yes. I kept asking her the same question - 'Will you let me fuck you for one Real?' and I simply made it a tad more uncomfortable for her until she eventually agreed. I put some more pegs on her pussy lips. Put another chilli up her ass. And caned her feet - the soles. Not very hard, but that was when she gave in. I made her say it over and over again: 'You can fuck me for only one Real, mister. I am a stinking little whore and I am only worth one Real.' "Of course I paid her, you chump, what kind of dishonourable fellow do you think I am?!! No don't answer that. But I made her earn it. After her bath, I changed the mood a bit. I went through her clothes and laid some out for her to wear. I gave her some food. We sat out on the veranda. I opened a bottle of wine. She was very wary but relaxed a bit. We chatted about her home town and why she left. I'd tell you about it but I know you'd get emotional." "Go on - underneath that scary facade of a psychopathic child-rapist you're really a big softie!" "Touché, my friend. I'm glad you haven't lost your sense of humour!" "Well let's just say the poor kid had some problems. We watched the sun go down. I made her drink plenty of wine - better that she was loosened up a bit. It was weird - having a 'normal' conversation after abusing her all day. She was naturally suspicious but I think she half-hoped the nastiness was over, that I'd be content to have eventually got her to admit she was a puta. I even got some laughs out of her. She looked real cute when she was cleaned up and had stopped all that crying - a real dusky little beauty." "Then, as the alcohol kicked in and she was beginning to drop her guard, I placed a coin on the table. Her face went white! I got close to her and put my hand on her thigh and pushed her dress up. 'Now, Carícia, I think we have a deal,' I said, straight-faced. 'You'd better earn this or else I'm going to call the Inspector and have him take you away. Be nice and sexy and show me how well you can fuck and maybe I'll give you a good report.' The poor girl was clueless. I don't think she had much experience of kissing let alone trying to give a man a good time. She was so clumsy, I had trouble not bursting out laughing." "Well - I told her to sit on my lap and relax and I went to kiss her. She was like a tailor's dummy. Fair enough, she did her best to reciprocate, but she was so stiff. I kept asking her if she liked what I was doing: stroking her breast or rubbing her cunt through her panties. 'Oh yes, that feels nice, mister,' she would say, but every time I touched her she would flinch and then hurriedly pretend to enjoy it. Making her squirm was really turning me on. 'Come on little girl, I'm paying for this. Make me want to have you, rub up close. Show me your legs. Smile. Make me really want to take you to bed. You do want me to fuck you don't you?'" "Uh-huh. Almost a whisper: 'Yes please, mister.'" "Then I led her into the bedroom. I did nothing, waiting to see what she would do. She just stared at me, her eyes watering. I said 'Would you rather I took you out to a street corner and make you find another punter? Or several? I wonder how many Reals you could earn by morning?' That worked. She took off her dress and came over to me and pressed herself against me. I did nothing, so she put her arms up around my neck and kissed me. She rubbed herself against my cock. It was really funny, as her tits only came up to my waist. Man, I was enjoying this, watching this tiny little girl try to act all sultry and sexy. I gave her a clue by unzipping my fly and she scrambled to get my prick out and in her mouth. I could have died for those big eyes, once more flickering up at me to check I was happy. Watching her thin cheeks bulge with my cock. I let her get me hard then sat on the bed. 'Take off your pants and come here,' I said and made her straddle my chest, facing me. 'Now rub your cunt. Make yourself good and wet.' She knelt up and started fingering herself, very self-consciously. It was hard to tell what was redder - her sore pussy or her embarrassed cheeks! I made her put on a proper display, act like a porn actress. She was horrified: a little eleven-year-old from the back end of nowhere suddenly having to show off her pretty young cunt a foot away from the face of the man who had tormented and hurt her all day. No wonder she couldn't perform. I had to tell her to slow down, to try to enjoy it, but even though she tried so hard, she just couldn't do it in front of me." "I admit I took pity on her. I held her bum and pulled her to my mouth. I could feel the marks from the cane. She tasted raw. All around her labia was swollen and pink from where I had pulled out her pubes. But she opened up well. I'll never forget her surprised little gasp when I sucked her clit the first time. Plenty of spit and I soon had her quivering. I could feel it: her whole body was tight as a drum, and she shivered as I licked her. I pulled her hard into my face and pushed my tongue up into her cunt. I could taste her wetness and feel the tightness that my cock would have to overcome. I looked up and she had her eyes closed and was obviously enjoying it, so for once I let her have some fun and I went on until sucking and pleasuring her until she shivered strongly and pulled away. She was so ashamed with herself. I smiled and teased her: 'So you like having a man lick your pussy, eh? Don't worry - it's natural. Did you like it?’ She admitted she did. 'Tell me then, say thank you.' That quiet little voice in the silence. 'Thank you, mister.' 'For what?' 'For licking me,' she said, turning away. Not good enough. 'Go on,' I said, 'say it properly: say thank you very much for sucking my horny little cunt.' I loved making her talk dirty. You know I like to hear little girls get all embarrassed." "Ha ha! I'm a good European - I know dirty words in half a dozen languages!" "I thought it would be interesting to make her do it herself. That way I could watch her sweet young face and enjoy the reaction. I had her shuffle down and lower her cunt down on me. Christ was she upset! The old tears welled up. I stopped her and made a point of putting a second pillow behind my head so that I could sit more upright. Underneath it, I'd put the cane, the handcuffs and the cord, and you should have seen her face drop! It was quite comical - she was so awkward, but eventually I had my cock just up inside her and I made her squat lower, a tiny bit at a time. The strain on her face was a picture. You could read her like a book. She knew that if she went down any further it would tear her open and she kept steeling herself to do it and then chickened out at the last minute. 'What are you waiting for?' I asked her. You're getting paid for this and I want a proper fuck. Get your cunt down on it!' She begged to stop and I had to start feeling around for the cane before she gritted her teeth and dropped lower, grunting and sucking in air." "Yes she did. Not a great deal, but my cock did get covered in it." "No. As soon as I felt it, I pushed down on her hips and shoved my cock up hard. She moaned for a while, but thankfully I had made her so moist that we could get down to a decent fucking. I took control, holding her down on me and pulling her forward and backwards. She kept gasping and wincing, which was a real treat to look at. You would have been impressed with my self-control: kept it nice and slow with plenty of rests so that I could play with her nipples or pull her down and tongue her or fiddle about with my finger up her ass. She was so light, I could lift her up by her hips and hold her there while I fucked the end of my prick a little way in and out and could watch it pushing inside. One of my favourite views of São Paulo that - I never tire of seeing my cock disappear up a really small pussy, seeing it spread so wide you'd think it would rip apart." "Not as incredibly tight as Maria. But you won't hear me complain." "You're right: she is a little treasure. I hope you can come over and do that to her before I wear her out completely!" "OK. Well I won't bore you with the rest. Suffice to say she satisfied me and I gave her a good cunt-load." "Too right! I'd paid up and I wanted my money's worth. Twice more during the night and a last one in the morning, up against the railings on the veranda. I made her hook her leg up on top of it and fucked her standing up. Well sort of: she was so short I was almost bent double, but you can imagine that when I started really pumping, it lifted her right off the decking. I ended up carrying her round with my cock inside her and she hanging round my shoulders for dear life! Gave her a little fuck on every flat surface I could find - the breakfast bar, coffee table, fridge. I came with her on top of the TV with CNN between her legs!" "Very droll - good news indeed!" "Absolutely. Excellent value." "Next I made her shower me and then over breakfast, I had a serious talk with her. It took her a while to appreciate what I was telling her, but the relief in her face was like the sun coming up: all those big, white teeth shining at me! I told her what had happened to her was nothing, compared to what she could expect on the streets and that she was very, very lucky that I had been so good to her. She wasn't totally convinced, but I think it sunk in. And she was so relieved that I wouldn't hand her back to the police. I let her pack her stuff and we took a cab to the bus station. I found a quiet corner, which wasn't easy I can tell you, and I made her lift her skirt and drop her knickers. That fazed her, but when she saw the roll of ten-dollar bills, she didn't seem to mind me rubbing them up and down the crack of her cunt for a bit. She promised again not to leave her home town again and never to return to São Paulo." "Who can tell? I hope the 'short sharp shock' works and that with a bit of cash she can get herself sorted at home, but I suppose that maybe she'll just go straight back there. If I got it badly wrong I might've even given her a taste for selling herself." "Well that's right. I got what I wanted and if being cruel to be kind ever works, then maybe I did manage to save a soul in the process." "The cuffs? I posted them back to Marcos from the airport. I didn't want to put them through the X-ray machine..." "Ha, yes I have. Several pairs, all in small sizes!" "Right. Hey, you must be wanting to head off for work. I'd better sign off. But before you go - I must apologise that I didn't send a postcard, but I got something else I thought you'd prefer..." "Still got that post-box number in Arkansas?" "Good - then there'll be a DVD in the post soon. Yep - I took my digicam to Brazil. The quality's not brilliant, but I'll make up a compilation of Carícia's greatest hits for you." "You're most welcome, my friend. After all, it's yet again thanks to you that I had such a great time there." "Sorry - what was that?" "Oh - why is Maria wriggling? Let me see if I can do something with the webcam again. That's it; there she is. Can you see something small sticking out between her legs? Look closely." "You got it: a nice Brazilian chilli to spice up her sex life!" Notes:- (1) favelas - shanty town Afternote:- It is estimated that there are perhaps 8 million children living on the streets in Brazil alone, many of whom turn to petty crime, prostitution and drugs. Spare them a thought and maybe a donation to an appropriate charity if you enjoyed this story. |