If I ever see you near her again, I’ll kill you myself!” Scott and the North Korean stared each other down for several long seconds, each waiting for the other to make a move. Were this a fair fight, the North Korean knew he would likely have the advantage in hand-to-hand combat, but Scott had gotten the drop on asian him from behind. Worse, he knew where the North Korean japanese had his weapons on him, leaving him without his own element of surprise. Whoever this American was, he had considerable combat knowledge. As much as the North Korean hated to admit it, reengaging him now would be a foolhardy attempt. With a final glare, the man stood and jogged off into the night. “He’s gone. You’re safe now,” he said to her, keeping one eye on the entrance to the alley in case the goon returned. In a flash, the Brunette girl lunged forward on the ground, wrapping cumshot her arms around Scott’s ankles. “Brave American, I ask your pity!” she said, her English clearly heard even through her tears. “I seek asylum with your leaders! Please!” Moved by her emotional plea, Scott knelt down and gently helped the girl to her feet, tilting her head to look him in the eyes as he did so. He made sure to give a warm smile for her, letting her know that he would do her no harm. Once she was up, he saw the bump on her forehead from where the soldier had kicked her, along with the subsequent gash from where her head had struck the concrete. “Please…” she whispered once more. Nodding, Scott said, “Come with me. I’ll call the right people who can help you, but first, we need to take care of that gash.” Taking her hand, Scott led the girl with haste through the empty hotel lobby and to the elevator. As they ascended, he pulled his cellphone from his japan pocket and dialed the first speed dial option. During the briefing that all the athletes had received before traveling to Pyeongchang, several things had been made clear to them on avoiding international incidents. These games represented goodwill and a casting aside of differences, after all, and they were considered ambassadors of the United States. Their handlers had spoken to them of the possibility of defectors, but Scott had never imagined it would actually happen to him. Raising the phone to his ear, he waited for his handler and best friend from his army days to answer. “Scott! What’s up, my man?” “Hey, Willie. I need your help; got a bit of a situation here.” “Situation? Is something wrong?” “I… I met this girl. She says she’s from North Korea and that she wants to defect.” “Holy shit… where are you now?” “At my hotel. When I found her, she was being beaten by some goon with a North Korean flag on his uniform, I’m guessing her handler. Oh, speaking of which, there's a sensor in your backyard, too. This isn't about dignity. Letting go of her hair, he grabbed her hips slamming his cock into her pussy. “Please...” I found myself saying, even as I scolded cumshot myself for wanting it. We fucked in my backyard and after a good long time I finally orgasmed. The feeling of Joe's cock in her ass made her feel overstuffed, like she couldn't possibly take another centimeter from him. Once standing, I immediately pulled my jersey Brunette over my head and flung it away. Slaves, mount your bikes.” "Ssssh, Ray's coming," she whispered back. I was, what, twenty-nine. “Actually . . . If they’re anything like normal kids they soon will, and they’ll start ogling you. I audibly sighed in relief. “There is nothing japanese ‘simply’ about you, Swapnil. Some rough boob groping pushed her over the edge and she squirted all over my windshield. The sister’s blowjob was marvelous. I hope we can do this again sometime. He turned and nodded his approval of their work asian to the japan funeral directors. I could barely hold myself upright. He smiled at the younger girl and turned his attention to her mom.