Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 474

But looking at her as if she did not want to hide at all, I could not help but be a little puzzled.

A few men have been waiting for a long time, see we have almost eaten, a few men will be a little impatient to look at the leader of the big brother.

The man wrapped his arm around Jannings, a pair of eyes lustfully looking at her, "Beauty, do we want to try ah?"

Jannings smiled, raised her hand to encircle the man's neck, smiling, "That's natural!"

Said, then looked at, a few of us, slightly converge eyebrows, several exchanges, I can probably read her meaning.

Is to let us rest a little.

Jannings was carried out by the lead man, apparently to do what should be done.

In this way, the other people, it is natural to follow what to do.

Several other men, one pulled a woman and went to their resting place.

At one time, a woman began to panic, can not help but begin to resist.

But the disparity between the strength of men and women, how can you say struggle to struggle!

In the eyes of the men, the woman's struggle, this is nothing more than tickling, is considered to be the prelude to make the prelude.

I was taken to a wooden house by a man and thrown onto a bed with little suspense.

Because I hadn't spoken to Jannings, I had no idea what Jannings' intentions were at this point.

The only thing I could do was to stall for time, and thinking about it, I couldn't help but take the initiative to raise my hand and stroke the man who was lunging towards me.

I imitated Jannings' posture as much as I could, and looked at the man and said in a soft voice, "Don't be in a hurry, this kind of thing."

The man heckled and moved closer toward me, but obeyed, took my hand, kissed the back of my hand, and looked at me and said, "You're so white."

I smiled lightly, squinted my eyes, moved extra slowly, placed on the side of his neck shallowly sliding, voice low, "Do you like it?"

The south is mostly plateau, or is the tropical area, so the girls living here are mostly darker, skin is a bit rough.

Unlike the north, the girls around the south of the river, white and delicate, look extra attractive.

The man nodded his head.

I resisted the urge to regurgitate, hard to hold back, squeezed a smile from his face, "Brother, can I ask you a question?"

Saying that, the body took the initiative to stick to him.

"What do you want to ask, beauty?"

"Where is this place? Where are we going to be sent to?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Don't think about going back, there are not a thousand or 800 women who have come here, I haven't seen any who can go back."

I thumped in my heart, looked up at him and said in a softer voice, "Now that we've come this far, it's naturally impossible to go back, I just want to know where this is and where we're going."

"A small place at the domestic border, called Buranda, where there are only a few dozen families, the road is not accessible, you ah, will be sent outside the country, it depends on what the seller intends to use you to do, which I am not too sure."

He said, his voice was a little vague towards me pressed down.

What excuse to delay is useless, my brain turned a circle, a time out of the law.