My father had booked a freighter called The Hindu Kush to carry his scrap to India, it was a sixty thousand ton bulk carrier, the manifest proclaimed that the ship was carrying aluminium ingots from the UK to India, A crew of eight and up to ten passengers in five double cabins. The freighter's hold was totally full of aluminium scrap, even though it was nowhere close to the ship's weight limit because Aluminium was so light so as soon as the cargo hold was closed off, my father's additional load of thirty, forty-foot long shipping containers were loaded on top of the hatches. My mother, father and I were three of the listed passengers, there were also two business men on the list with a cabin each who weren't actually onboard and two elderly ladies were sharing the last double cabin who were on the ship when we set sail.

The Hindu Kush wasn't the fastest vessel on the high seas or the most economical but the five passenger cabins had been built in nineteen thirty, an era of opulence, before the world-wide crash. The ship's owner had paid a lot of attention to the maintenance of the passenger area to keep up the opulent standard.

It was a good thing that the cabins were ultra luxurious because neither me nor my mother were happy spending most of our summer holiday on a ship full of crap heading for India and, after a week of flat out sailing the only deviation on our trip from Felixstowe was when we stopped off the coast of Lisbon, Portugal to meet a Portuguese trawler carrying the two Asian business men that our manifest claimed were on board when we left Felixstowe. After a week of terrible weather, we were only just off the Mediterranean coast of Algeria outside the port of Oran where we needed to make an unscheduled fuel stop.

My father was very happy with the prospect of our ship needing refuelling in the port of Oran, father knew Oran had a fourteenth century fort on the top of a mountain overlooking the port. Oran had been on his list of places of interest in the world that he would like to visit at for many years.

There was a lot of pressure put on me to go with my parents to the old fort but I was already pissed off at them for dragging me away from my friends for at least four weeks out of my six week holiday so I dug my heels in and refused to go. My father wasn't happy with that and I was given stern warnings that I wasn't to leave the passenger area of the ship and the other four passengers in transit to India

Mum and dad were off of the ship like racehorses at the start of the grand national, I doubt that they even gave me a second thought once they were off the ship, I'd spent most of the first week sulking in my cabin, reading trashy novellas...I wasn't happy that I was spending my holiday on an ancient ship, it was called a freighter but it was little more than a 'Garbage Scow'.

I watched my parents running for a taxi along the dockside ten minutes after the gangplank had been extended from the side of the ship. It was hot, very hot even though it was only nine o'clock in the morning...I had thought that I could do a little sunbathing on the sun deck in front of the passenger lounge area of the ship but it was even hotter than Greece in high season and the day was destined to get even hotter as it went on so sunbathing was out of the question. I stripped down a little, I dressed in just knickers, bra, camisole top and skirt. No stockings, socks or tights, just comfortable running shoes on my feet.

I went out into the passenger lounge, the elderly sisters from Newcastle were getting ready to leave the ship, they weren't planning on going far but after a whole week on a ship without setting foot on land, they just wanted to get off the ship and stretch their legs. The two business men, my mother called them the odd couple, my dad called them dodgy which was something that was often levelled at him, they were both South Asian men who for some reason didn't want to fly home to India, they were willing to make a four week trip rather than a four hour flight from Portugal to Goa. We picked them up from a trawler outside the three mile limit off the coast of Lisbon and they weren't planning on leaving the ship in Algeria though, not even just to stretch their legs.

I checked my i-pad, I'd managed to use it for the first four days, connecting through the mobile telephone systems of the UK, France, Portugal and Spain as the ship sailed just off the coasts of those countries but after we crossed over to the North African coast, I would have had to pay extra to use their networks because they were outside the EU so I'd already been without social media for three days and was suffering from withdrawal symptoms from the enforced cold turkey of my prison ship.

Despite my father's dire warnings to stay on the ship, and further warning to stay in the passenger area of the ship, I knew that foreign ports often had free wi-fi hotspots for the crews of visiting ships to use while they were in the port.

I grabbed my papers, my passport from my cabin and a port pass from the ship's captain and I left the ship. Mickey had a new badge on his overalls, he was our cabin steward and cleaner, he was also our cook, waiter and barman but for today, he was 'Mickey – Head of Security'.

"Hi Mickey...any idea where the nearest wi-fi hotspot is?"

Mickey shook his head, "Never been to this port before Miss Clarke but usually, we just follow the crew from other ships and hope that they have been here before!"

Mickey gestured with his head, a group of three crew members were just leaving the 'Gulf Dawn', a similar sized ship to our own but they didn't seem to have a passenger area like our ship. There was a giant of a man in navy blue overalls, usually favoured by engine room crew and two shorter, thinner men in orange overalls usually signifying cargo handlers or general seamen and they were all walking towards the port's main gate.

I was about to follow them but then I stopped, "What time will the ship be leaving port Mickey?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "It will take us six hours to refuel once the bunker barge gets here but I don't know when they will turn up."

"Oh...okay, no rush then?"

"No, even if the bunker barge turned up right now, it will be four o'clock this afternoon before we can leave."

I jogged a little to catch up to the three seamen that I'd seen leaving the 'Gulf Dawn', I slowed to a walk when I was twenty yards away from them. I was surprised to see the three sailors turning a corner to the right, three hundred yards short of the main gate, on turning the corner, I found that we were at a pedestrian exit from the port... rumour had it that there was usually a free wi-fi hotspot somewhere inside most port areas so I was surprised to see the three seamen from the Gulf Dawn actually leaving the port area.

It took me a few seconds longer to get through the gate than the three seamen because my port pass didn't look like the usual marine credentials and I also had to present my passport as well to the guard on the gate before I was allowed to pass through.

I lost sight of the three seamen for a moment but then I spotted a bar...Algeria was a Muslim country so, for the most part, alcohol was banned throughout the country but they often had a kind of tolerance area around their ports for the foreign seamen to use, the bar's owners would pay a few US Dollars each month to the Chief of Police to stop them being raided for selling their alcohol.

I looked through the open door into the bar, I saw the three sailors sitting down at a table at the back of the room, close to the bar. I saw an African woman in a bikini walk over to their table, she looked around thirty years old, there was a short conversation and then the woman was sent away. I checked my i-pad, there was a strong wi-fi signal but it was a password protected hot-spot.

I looked into the bar, I was trying to see if there were any non-alcoholic options for sale in the bar...like coffee or soft drinks, even pure orange juice. I spotted the African woman in the bikini again, this time, she was leading two younger women, lighter skinned than the African woman but darker than European women. They were also wearing bikinis, the women could have been sisters, one was in a red bikini and the other in a blue one.

I wondered what the Muslim laws would say about an almost sixteen year old girl going into a bar serving alcohol, an almost sixteen year old British girl without a chaperone...I wasn't certain what would have been the worse offence in the eyes of the police. Something suddenly struck my funny-bone, back home in England, Muslim women dressed from head to toe in black with just a slot for their eyes...some didn't even have that, they had mesh covering their eyes as well and here, in a Muslim country, the only three women that I'd seen so far were only wearing bikinis inside a bar.

I was just tittering to myself when a heavy hand slapped down on my left shoulder. I looked to my left, the hand seemed to be massive, the man was actually standing to my right with his arm across my back.

"Hello Missy...are you trying to steal my wi-fi?"

My head swung to my right and I looked at his face, he was heavy in all regards, massive hands, chunky arms, a barrel chest and quite pudgy cheeks making his eyes seem sunken and dark but he had an endearing smile.

"No...I'm sorry...I was just checking, the guard on my ship said there might be a free wi-fi hotspot around here, he told me to follow those three sailors over there..."

I pointed to the table with the three...no, just two...sailors now, just the two wearing orange overalls, the larger man in the dark blue boiler suite was just walking through a door at the side of the bar with the two younger women. "...when I noticed that the wi-fi hotspot needed a password, I was just checking if I might be able to use it if I bought a coffee or something."

"You have money to pay me for a drink?"

"I don't have any Algerian dinars but I have American Dollars...enough to buy a coffee or a fruit juice, if the bar takes US Dollars that is!"

He applied pressure to my left shoulder, pushing me through the door and into the bar and I didn't do anything to stop him. He took me to an empty table opposite the door that the ship's mechanic had just gone through, the woman in the red bikini was leading the way, holding his right hand, almost pulling him through the door and the girl wearing the blue bikini was trailing him holding his left hand. The door took an age to close and the bar's owner had sat me in the perfect place to see into the small room, little more than a brightly lit cupboard with a double bed in it and little room for anything else.

I saw the man kissing the girl wearing the red bikini and as he kissed her, I saw him pulling her bikini top off, exposing her breasts as the door finally closed. My eyes were fixed on the doorway until it finally latched shut and then I looked up into the pudgy face of the bar's owner, he was standing behind me gently massaging the muscles on top of my shoulders, "You like my little playroom darling...do you wish that you were in Helga's place entertaining that huge sailor?"

I must have looked confused because he qualified his statement with, "...the girl in the red bikini, she's about your age, she's just celebrated her seventeenth birthday and she is already my most popular girl!"

I caught a movement in the corner of my eye, another man in a boiler suite had just entered the bar, he walked over and spoke to the manager, he was German or at least spoke in one of the Germanic languages. He was looking at me as he spoke and I suddenly realised why the bar's owner was still standing behind me massaging my shoulders. The German was making no secret of looking down the front of my camisole top...definitely the wrong choice of clothing to wear for a walk out in a strange country.

The massaging of my left shoulder stopped and I saw his hand moving, he was beckoning towards the first woman I'd seen wearing a bikini in the bar, she jumped to her feet and walked over, standing close to me, talking over my body. I realised that the woman and the German man were going through various international languages, trying to find a common language that they could both use. I felt like I was at a tennis match, looking from the man to the woman and back again, they seemed to settle into a pidgin English and then I realised that I was no longer having my shoulders massaged, the bar's owner was at the bar, I watched him collect a card and a can of cola and worked out that the German had just said, "Why can't I have this girl?"

I looked back up at his face...'This girl;' was obviously me. The woman chuckled as she said, "I think that you'd have to fight 'The Turk' to get your hands on her first...you can have me for just thirty Euros for thirty minutes!"

I looked at the German's face again, he looked from my bra inside my camisole top to the woman's bikini covered breasts. She had bigger melons, I could tell from his face that he was weighing up the woman's offer of thirty minutes fun for thirty Euros versus fighting The Turk to get at me and he stepped round me, his right hand on the small of the woman's back.

As she guided him to a door on the other side of the bar, the owner sat at my side, "Here darling, a can of cola on the house and see, I haven't opened it so there can be no funny business in there!" He placed the card on the table in front of me, "This is the code for the wi-fi!"

He sat next to me, and as I typed the password into my i-pad, his right hand went straight for my thigh, between my knee and the bottom hem of my skirt and he began to palpate my leg as if he was massaging it the way he had been massaging my shoulders earlier.

I looked from his hand to the couple walking past the front of the bar to the door on the other side. The bar's counter blocked my view of the door the woman was guiding the German to, I lifted out of my seat as she opened the door, just like the other side of the counter, the door opened into a small room that was almost totally full of a double bed.

I was still on my feet as the door on the right of the counter opened, the girl wearing the blue bikini left the room, I saw the sailor, he was on the bed, on his back and totally naked, the girl who had been wearing the red bikini was also totally naked. I saw her rubbing his cock with her right hand, she was getting his massive cock hard enough to be able to roll a condom down it.

The door slowly closed again. I watched the girl in the blue bikini slapping another customer's hand away from her bikini covered breast as she collected and opened three bottles of beer from the cold shelf behind the bar to take back to her partner and the seaman in the bedroom.

I felt gentle fluttering against the back of my legs, it felt like a butterfly was beating its wings against the backs of my legs. As the door finally closed, I looked down, The Turk's left hand was just slipping up the back of my skirt as his right hand slid up the front of my leg, a little squeeze and a little jump higher and then another little squeeze. When Mark Whitfield's hand was in the exact same position as The Turk's left hand six months ago, I'd run a mile...I was about to do the same again until I saw the girl in the blue bikini approaching the bedroom door again and I wanted another look at the sailor's massive cock so I stopped where I was for a little longer.

I felt The Turk's right hand on the outside of my knickers at the back, under my skirt, he was patting my bottom gently, "You like the sailors big cock...would you like to take Helga's place under him right now or perhaps you'd prefer to take Magda's place, he will last much longer for his second fuck...He'll fuck Magda much harder..."

Magda was just opening the bedroom door again, I was really torn now, I felt The Turk's right hand jump from my thigh, his fingers were now rubbing over the front of my knickers. I closed my fingers on my i-pad as the door opened, the sailor was face down on the bed but I couldn't spot Helga at first until I saw the sailor's bum lift and realised that Helga was on her back, under the sailor and I realised that I could actually see his cock going in and out of Helga's cunt. I left it until the last possible moment, the door was finally blocking my view of the fucking couple in the bedroom as The Turk was pulling my knickers down and I made it look like I was about to sit down again but instead, I dipped away from his fingers and I made a run for it...out of the door and into the street.

I'd actually left it a little too long...The Turk had pulled my knickers down past my knees and as I made my move, he was still holding my knickers in both hands so I had to make a hurdling jump out of my knickers as I ran for it and now I was out in the street, in a foreign country, without my knickers covering my arse.

I was panting for breath harder than I would have been if I'd been in Helga's place under the sailor at that moment, panting through an orgasm. Once past the gate and inside the port area I leaned against the wall of the security office laughing maniacally at my close shave. I spotted the elderly sisters from Newcastle, they were walking past the end of the little side path...they had walked all the way to the port's main exit and back to the ship, they were both carrying parasols above their heads to keep the sun away from them but they were also wearing headscarves which seemed like overkill to me.

I ran after the ladies and jumped between them, one arm over each ladies shoulder, "Been anywhere nice ladies?"

I caused both ladies a start, taking them totally by surprise my jumping between them out of the blue like that.

"Nowhere special Sarah, we went to the end of the dock, then up to the gate and now we're going back to the ship."

"Miss Goodwin...can I ask you why you're wearing headscarves as well as carrying parasols?"

I was given quite a strange look, "Well Sarah, the parasol is to keep the sun off of our heads and the scarves are because this is a Muslim country and the men in Muslim countries look on a woman displaying her hair out in public as an offer of...well, you know what men are always interested in...even at your tender age!"

I walked back to the ship with the Goodwin sisters...of course...I was just being stupid, we had Muslim girls in my school, they didn't mix with us...non-Muslim girls, we were seen as a corrupting influence by their parents. It was seen as Chinese whispers by my non-Muslim friends, some Muslim girls had their heads totally covered and some didn't, it was always said that those girls who had their heads totally covered were promised to marry very conservative men. Now I thought that rumour was bullshit because I'd seen six year old girls in the street with their heads fully covered and how could a six year old girl be promised to marry a man?

I was remembering the girls from the past year that had been hidden from view under their religious clothing and that reminded me of my own little problem...the fact that I would be entering college in a few weeks time and I was still a virgin. Eight days ago I'd come up with a plan, I would ask Mark Whitfield if he wanted to screw me and if he didn't, I had four good leads on other boys with good sexual reputations...in almost seven weeks of holiday, I was bound to get one of the five boys to deflower me. I'd managed to force the plan out of my head temporarily because of my enforced absence from home, keeping my parents company as my father was delivering a ship load of scrap metal to Asia.

Mickey was no longer head of security, Sanjay, one of the loading crew was now wearing that badge and was standing guard at the bottom of the gangplank, checking our paperwork before allowing us back onto the ship.

I had a little banter with Sanjay, "Poor old Mickey...he didn't last very long as head of security...did he?"

"Mickey's okay, he just had to start cooking lunch before it's too late and we all ended up with sandwiches to eat."

As I climbed the steps up to the ship, I could almost feel Sanjay staring at my bum as he followed me onto the ship with his eyes. I had no idea exactly what Sanjay could see under my skirt...I told myself to push the back of my skirt against my legs...just in case but I managed to resist. Once on the passenger deck, I ran to my cabin and slammed the door behind me and threw myself onto my bed. I lifted the front of my skirt and looked at my sex. My lips were swollen and red with excitement but I did spot a major difference between my body and what I could remember of the...I was about to think girl but I knew that her name was Helga...I also knew that she wasn't just a woman, she was just a year and a few weeks older than me, she was also a working prostitute and while I had a well trimmed fur coat covering my pussy mound, Helga was denuded, making her look much younger than she really was.

I reached down between my legs and rubbed my pleasure button gently, I fixed Mark Whitfield in my mind's eye as I rubbed, then I replaced Mark's face with...Bill Preston...I didn't really know Bill Preston, I knew where he lived but the only face I had on file for him was from when he was just eight years old and moved to a new school...Bill's eight year old face cooled the fire in my belly, that and the fact that I could hear the Goodwin sisters talking to the two Asian business men outside my cabin's window.

I changed into a bikini and stepped out onto the sun deck. I rolled a large parasol to the forward most area of the sun deck and stood under it, I could just see the little security hut on the pedestrian exit from the port, I could also see the roof of the bar and realised that at one time, the bar was just a warehouse inside the port when it was first built but these days most cargo entered the port in containers that didn't need warehouse buildings so the port's warehouses had been repurposed into various businesses, like The Turk's bar.

I heard two loud hooters from behind me which was unusual as that was the direction of the sea, I looked over my shoulder and saw an oddly shaped ship crossing the port from the east to the west and a much larger ship, the ferry from Toulon in France, on a collision course with the odd ship and the two captains were having a foghorn battle with each other. The ferry captain felt 'Entitled' because his company owned the area of the port directly in front of our ship...the oddly shaped ship's captain also felt 'Entitled' because the back of his ship proclaimed that it was from Oran, so the captain obviously thought that because he was 'Born Here' he should have the right of way.

The sea frothed behind the ferry as the captain realised that the other ship was not going to yield to him and he threw his ship's engines into reverse. The bow of the ferry passed over the side deck of the other ship but fortunately they didn't even kiss. The excitement over, I looked back towards the bar. I spotted The Turk out in the street, he was talking to the security guard at the gate, the hooting had obviously drawn The Turk's attention and he was watching the exciting little play on the water inside the seawall of the port.

I smiled as I looked from my secret little place in the shadow of the parasol, I remembered just how close I'd come to something, something sexual. The Turk had removed my knickers in his bar, I was in no doubt that he wanted to fuck me but in the end, he hadn't touched skin on skin, just his fingers rubbing my lower body through the cotton of my knickers. From the sundeck of the Hindu Kush, The Turk didn't look so imposing to me, not like he did earlier that morning as he pushed me into his bar.

There was suddenly a flood of pedestrians running off of the ferry from France, some were running towards the main port gate but more were running to the smaller side exit and The Turk was there to welcome them to Algeria, I could see him working the crowd, he was picking the lighter skinned men, the men that could be French or Northern Europeans and he was trying to entice them into his bar.

From my high vantage point, I could see that there was more to the bar than met the eye on the inside. I had estimated that the bar was about a four hundred square foot unit with the addition of the two small bedrooms but from above, I could see that the building was more than twice that size. The Turk was successful in winning three extra customers for his bar from the one hundred or so passengers off of the ferry.

I watched The Turk for twenty minutes and the more I saw him working the crowds of people the more I thought...'Why the hell didn't I just let him fuck me when he wanted to?' One answer was that he might have wanted to do it right there in the bar area with seven men watching.

A shiver ran through my body at the thought of being screwed in front of seven other men and then I remembered the man who told the whore that he wanted to pay to have sex with me and that caused a little wet patch to form in the gusset of my bikini bottoms.

My original plan to lose my virginity over the summer holiday to one of five local boys in my area had been a good one, I'd done my research, of all the boys in my area, the five names that I had were all good at sex according to the girls in my class, Mark Whitfield was the boy of choice because he had screwed dozens of girls from my year at school but the main drawback to all five boys were their age, they were all the same age as me...well, up to a year older than me and they might be a little childish. An older, more experienced man could just be the answer and The Turk could be the right candidate...I already knew that he was interested in me and that he was obviously experienced, far more experienced than Mark Whitfield.

The captain of the Hindu Kush made a tannoy announcement telling everyone that bunkering operations were about to start and that no one was allowed to smoke anywhere on the open decks. I looked behind myself again and spotted the oddly shaped ship was now attached to our side and they were passing large hosepipes over the side of our ship to fill our oil tanks with thick fuel oil.

Mickey called everyone into the lounge for lunch, he had roasted some chicken pieces and cooked a mixture of rice and peas to go with the chicken and there was also a kind of spicy gravy to pour over the rice, it was like an IKIA curry, Mickey supplied it in three pieces and we put it together ourselves at the dining table. I put a long white muslin shirt over my bikini, just to please the Goodwin sisters and upset the two Asian businessmen who wanted to watch me eating my lunch while dressed only in a skimpy bikini.

As I ate my lunch I was working my way through my diary, I was checking the last time I had my menstrual bleed and realised that I was due to come on my monthly bleed either tomorrow or the day after, so if The Turk refused to use a condom on me, I would still be relatively safe from pregnancy if I had sex today.. I clenched my inner muscles at the thought of having sex with a grown man, I was clenching and relaxing as I ate giving my inner-self the feeling of masturbating myself while sitting at the dining table eating with four other people.

After dinner I went back to my cabin to collect my shoulder bag and to check what I looked like in the mirror. I thought, 'Skirt or no skirt? Shorts? Slacks? Dress?' and then I did a little twist in front of the mirror and answered my own question, 'This shirt might be a little thin but it covers as much as any dress would and what could be seen through the shirt was a bikini so I'd be okay if I just wore the shirt, after all, I wasn't going very far, just to the bar. During the few minutes that I was connected to the bar's wi-fi, my i-pad had picked up seventy messages from my social media portals and it had reported that there were another three hundred and fifty waiting to come through...so I needed to spend roughly five times the length of time within that wi-fi zone to finish downloading all of my messages and I could read those messages during the next leg of my journey from Oran to Port Said at the start of the Suez Canal.

As I walked towards Sanjay my excitement level jumped close to overload, I was viewing Sanjay now as a prospective sex partner, I shook my head, 'I'll be stuck on board with Sanjay for the next two or three weeks, it could be awkward if I had sex with him and didn't like it...or him!'

Sanjay hadn't heard me on the gangplank so I was able to get up close without him knowing that I was there, close enough to put my hand on his shoulder and make him jump out of his skin, "What time will we be leaving this afternoon Sanjay?"

He used his walky-talky to call the bridge and ask them the question, it was two o'clock in the afternoon now and the bridge reported that they hadn't started pumping fuel yet so the earliest we'd be leaving this port was eight o'clock...probably closer to eight –thirty.

I walked back to the side gate's security office, while they were checking my papers, I saw The Turk out in the street, two taxi's had brought fresh blood for him to suck on in the shape of eight Northern European men, very fair skinned and light coloured hair, I'd put them as Scandinavians from the looks of them. The Turk was welcoming them like old friends but then, I guess that was the business that he was in. I got very close to the entrance to the bar without The Turk spotting me, he was busily taking money off of the Europeans at the door but they weren't going into the bar area, there was a door to the right just inside the entrance to the main bar and the eight men were all walking in single file down a passageway.

My right arm was suddenly grabbed, The Turk moved really fast for such a big man, "Nice to see that you've come to visit me again so soon little darling, I still have your can of cola, it is still unopened and waiting for you!"

I was happy for him to push me into his bar again, after all, I'd gone there to use him to get rid of my virginity. It had been three hours since I'd run from The Turk's bar like a frightened child and my naivety made me think that my table would be exactly how I'd left it, my chair kicked back, my knickers on the floor and my unopened can of cola still sitting there on the table but I was surprised to see a man sitting on the chair that I had been sitting on and Magda was sitting on his knee, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

I looked around the room to see if I could identify an empty table that The Turk would take me to but it was 'Siesta' time so the bar was relatively full. I was stopped in my tracks by the hand gripping my right arm, the door that the European's had gone through had closed of its own accord and had totally disappeared into the ornate wooden wall at the side of the bar's entrance.

The Turk nodded his head in the direction of the bar's counter and there was a click from inside the wall, the door popped open and I was pulled out of sight. I bit the inside of my lip, things had just taken a serious turn for the worse, I could probably manage expectations in the open bar area with customers all around me...even in one of the two bedrooms that I'd already seen but I already knew from observations that I'd made from the sun deck of the Hindu Kush earlier that there was more space in the bar than I'd already seen.

I was dragged along a long passageway, there were several open doors and even more closed ones, the open doors were into brightly lit bedrooms, windowless bedrooms but seemingly well air-conditioned rooms judging from the cool air tumbling out of each room. I was expecting The Turk to drag me into one of the unused bedrooms to screw me but after walking past ten rooms, I was still being pulled along the passageway. There was music from ahead, faint at first but as we got closer, the music got louder. We went through two sets of doors and the music was quite loud now. One more turn in the passageway and we were in a large room, equally the same size as the part of the bar that I'd already been in, eight European men and four Arab men were sitting in the room as three young women danced on a small stage.

I recognised one of the dancers was Helga, even though she wasn't wearing her red bikini for her dance, she was totally naked but I still recognised her.

The Turk pulled me over into an unlit corner and pushed me onto a bench seat just as one of the dancers approached a random European man, she knelt in front of the man and opened his trousers, she pulled his cock out of his pants and started to suck him. She was putting a lot of effort into sucking him while he just sat there impassively letting her do it to him.

Wet lips pressed against my cheek, The Turk was kissing my cheek while I was engrossed in watching the dancer sucking a cock, the first woman I'd ever seen sucking a cock in my life. I knew it happened, it was spoken of in whispered tones all over school...if a girl didn't want to let a boy screw her, she would often suck his cock for him to get out of something worse.

His lips moved from my cheek to my ear, "Do you like to suck a man's cock darling?"

I pulled away from him by an inch and turned my face to look into his eyes, "I don't know, I've never sucked a man's cock so far!"

He tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth as his massive hand caught the back of my head to stop me pulling away from him. I resisted for a moment but then I relaxed into the kiss and as his tongue wiggled inside my mouth, I realised that he wanted me to suck on his tongue as if it were a cock.

As soon as I stopped fighting his kiss and started to gently suck his tongue, his hand slipped down from my neck and he started to unbutton the front of my muslin shirt as we kissed. He pushed my shirt off over my shoulders and he broke the kiss at that point, I looked back at the dancer who had been sucking the man's cock, she was now straddling his lap, she was on top of him and she was bouncing up and down on his cock just four feet away from me...I thought that she was riding him bareback but I could see a box of condoms on the table at his side and a torn silver wrapper next to it so I assumed that she had rolled a condom down his cock while I was kissing The Turk and he was opening my shirt.

I looked at the man sitting next to Helga, he had taken his own cock out of his trousers and he was rubbing it as he watched his friend and Helga fucking up close to him. I felt warm breath on my neck, "His cock isn't so big...would you like to start out by sucking it for him?" I looked back at his cock and remembered when Mark Whitfield had placed my hand on his cock through his trousers...I hadn't actually seen it but from the feeling, Mark's cock wasn't even as big as the German's that The Turk had just described as small.

I shook my head, he pushed me forward in my seat, I thought that he was going to force me to go over to the customer but he didn't, he just unfastened the back of my bikini top and pushed its straps over my arms.

I looked down at my exposed breasts, I hadn't felt him removing my shirt off of my arms, I thought that I was still wearing it like an open coat but it was just a puddle of material between my back and the backrest of the seat.

"Go on...he won't care how bad you are at sucking his cock...he'll just be happy to have it in your mouth and being so small, his cock won't cause you any problems!"

I was still shaking my head but I was actually sliding forward in my seat, my bottom on the very edge...just like the rest of me...on the very edge!

The Turk spotted my movement and then my fresh indecision. He started to roll my bikini bottoms down, "Just stand up for me for a moment darling."

I lifted my bottom clear of the seat and my bikini bottoms were pulled down past my knees. I was expecting The Turk to press me into sucking the exposed cock of his customer but once I was totally naked, he pulled me onto his knee. I felt his hot cock pressing against my buttocks, I looked down, he had rolled the front of his dishdasha up and opened his sirwal trousers...sirwal trousers were a little like European pyjama bottoms, very thin cotton, no zipper or fly button, just a cord to hold them closed and he wasn't wearing any underpants under them.

I was lifted up by his left arm and he pushed his cock forward into position to impale me with his right hand, I whispered, "Have you got a condom?"

He laughed, "I have a million condoms but I'll never use one...if I make you pregnant, I'll marry you and look after you and the baby!"

Once I'd seen the size of his cock, I knew that I wasn't going to let a small thing like no condom stop me feeling it in my body...he was easily bigger than the seaman from the Gulf Dawn and I'd thought his cock was a monster but I was uncomfortable with The Turk offering to marry me...I looked at the third finger of his left hand, there was a gold ring, "You're already married...you can't marry me as well!"

There was another laugh, "I have four wives at my compound in Ankara and another three wives here in Algeria...I have space and money for many more wives."

I chickened out and tried to pull away from him but he was too strong and I found myself screaming through the pain of his monster cock being forced up inside my body.

He sat still and let me get used to the feeling of his cock in my cunt and as I sat there, panting through the pain and getting used to my body being invaded, he whispered in my ear, "Suck his cock for him now!"

I had been quick to shake my head the first two times that he asked me to suck the man's cock, this time as I was just getting used to feeling so full inside, I hadn't refused and suddenly there was a cock pressing against my lips. The Turk had gestured for him to join us and he had said something in German to the man and he was very happy to stick his cock in my mouth.

There was a sudden cheer from the twelve man audience, a rather large African man stepped out onto the stage, he was a monster of a man, at least six feet six inches tall and his cock looked like a barge pole standing out in front of his body. He picked up one of the dancers like she was a ragdoll, lifted her clear of the head of his cock and forced her down on top of it. He just stood there lifting and dropping her on his cock as she kicked her feet in midair and ran through an explosive orgasm.

I wasn't actually sucking the man's cock, he was more fucking my mouth, The Turk was encouraging me to take more of an active role in my sucking duties and as I started feeling pleasure between my legs he said, "If you give him a good suck, I'll start fucking you properly!"

I applied a little friction with my lips and started licking his cock shaft with my tongue and finally added suction and he suddenly gasped and spilt his beans into my mouth. I desperately wanted to pull my head away and spit his spunk out of my mouth but between the two of them, the men held my head in place until I'd swallowed every little drop.

The man who had just fucked my mouth returned to his seat next to Helga and his friend, he was torn though between watching me being fucked, watching Helga and his friend fucking or watching the large African man fucking the petite dancer on the stage.

There was now only one young dancer gyrating on the stage as the other two were being fucked. I was lifted slightly, The Turk's left arm under my breasts and holding me tightly against his chest, he rolled his hips slightly, he pulled his cock out of my cunt by an inch and I groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, then he stabbed his hips upward and I groaned again but this time, it was a groan of pleasure...no pain at all.

He set up a regular rhythm driving me into an orgasm. I'd given myself orgasms before but never anything like this, the pleasure I got from my first ever orgasm from a man's cock was like nothing I'd ever felt before, it was so much better that I started to wonder if I'd ever truly had an orgasm before in my life.

I was at a point where I thought that I was about to pass out from pleasure overload and lack of oxygen when he whispered, "Have you ever wondered what it would look like to watch a big dog fuck a young girl?"

That comment caused me to gasp and it certainly woke me up again, he tittered in my ear, "You liked that, I felt all the muscles in your cunt grip my cock, you almost made me cum in you!"

The music stopped and there was a slow drum beat, it was like a giant's heartbeat and in time with the drum beat, Magda walked out holding the leash of a Great Dane, she was fighting to hold the massive dog back, he had the scent of the third dancer and he wanted to get at her. The dancer was a reasonable actress and she faked being frightened of the massive dog. She went to run for it but the audience stopped her and they held her on the stage, face down over the arm of a chair.

The Turk started fucking me hard again as I watched the massive dog tie into the dancer's cunt.

There was a lot of heavy breathing from behind me and as The Turk tipped over into his own orgasm, he whispered, "I wanted to use a horse for today's finale but the Europeans wanted something Scandinavian so I had to find them a Great Dane."

My belly suddenly felt incredibly full as he pumped his spunk into me.

I thought everything was over, the African man had cum in his partner's cunt, Helga had stopped fucking her customer and they were just kissing and cuddling and even the Great Dane had stopped fucking his woman, even though they were still locked tightly together.

The Turk lifted me off of his softening cock, "Go and stand in front of the dog, let him lick my spunk out of your cunt!"

My instant reaction to his instruction was to shake my head but he gave my bottom a little push and whispered, "If you make a good job on the stage, I'll take you into a bedroom and fuck you properly!"

I didn't need asking again, I stepped out of the darkness and walked towards the brightly lit stage, once in the light, I looked down at my neatly trimmed bush and was shocked to see what looked like a gallon of blood had been spilt out of my cunt. I was walking gingerly, firstly because walking was a little painful after my first ever fucking and secondly because I was feeling very nervous being totally naked in such a public place...oh, and thirdly, I was about to allow a dog to lick my cunt in front of seventeen people.

As I stepped up onto the stage, the twelve man audience clapped and cheered at me, that gave me a confidence boost and put a little swish in my tail as I crossed the stage and stood in front of the dog's head. He went a little crazy when he tasted the mixture of blood and semen and he spent ten minutes hunting every drop of The Turk's semen from inside my cunt with his tongue.

I saw one of the Arab men talking to The Turk, he nodded his head and I saw money change hands, quickly pushed into The Turk's dishdasha's pocket. I watched The Turk walk to the table where Helga had left her box of condoms, he pulled one condom out of the box and walked onto the stage to join me, he stroked the back of my head with his right hand and he pressed the condom into my left hand, "Now then darling, I want you to take this condom and go with my very good friend Hammed...go to bedroom number five and give him a very good time and when he's finished, I'll come and play with you...give you a really good time before you have to go back to your ship at eight o'clock!"

I was a little...hell, really shocked but I didn't stop Hammed taking my hand and dragging me to bedroom number five. I managed to get my reasoning back enough to force the condom down Hammed's cock as soon as he had removed his dishdasha and sirwal and before he could push me onto the bed, on my back and push his cock into my cunt. I was affronted that The Turk had sold me to one of his customers as a whore and I decided not to take part in the sex...it was a little like my father dragging me away from home and all of my holiday plans so I wasn't really taking part in our trip, locking myself away in my cabin for long periods of every day and like today, refusing to go with my mum and dad to the historic fort above the town.

I just lay on my back with my legs open and let Hammed hump his cock into me. I was glad in one way that Hammed had a small cock, he could pound into me as hard as he could without any discomfort at all. I was trying really hard not to take part in the fuck but my body had a mind of its own and had taken over, making me orgasm against my will, I even found my feet hooking behind Hammed's buttocks, spurring him on to fuck me harder, faster and deeper into my body by kicking into him with my heels.

My own orgasm actually helped Hammed to cum quicker than he wanted to as well, as he reached his own climax, he bellowed out and rolled off of me, a fountain of semen spurting out of his cock into the air and splashing down on his own belly...'Now that shouldn't have happened, his spunk should have been captured by his condom!'

Hammed's cock was so small that as he had been fucking me vigorously, his cock had sluffed the condom off and it was an empty, wrinkled, sausage skin gathered around my cervix. I lay naked on the bed as Hammed stepped into his white sirwal trousers and tied the cord around his waist, he smiled at me and he pushed his flaccid cock inside the open fly. I passed him his brown dishdasha and he pulled it over his head. He took a one thousand dinar note, rolled it into a tube and he pushed it into my vagina and said something in French, "C'est pour m'avoir donné une si bonne baise!"

I knew a little French but only schoolgirl French, I translated it roughly as 'This is for giving me...something' I'd have to check my French to English dictionary when I got back to the ship to see what 'Baise' meant.

Once Hammed was dressed, he pulled me off of the bed and he kissed me before opening the bedroom door and walking out into the passageway. The Turk had told me to wait for him in bedroom number five after Hammed had finished with me and he would join me for my prize...a good long fuck from him in a proper bed! But I didn't put it past the Turk sending me another paying customer if there was one waiting for a girl to fuck, so I walked out of the bedroom with Hammed, he had his left arm over my shoulder and I had my right arm over the small of his back, we were walking along like lovers, rather than customer and whore.

The Turk was refereeing an argument between Helga and the dancer that was still tied to the Great Dane's cock, it seemed that the dancer was unhappy that she had taken the animal at the last three shows and she wanted to swap with Helga for the next show...even though she didn't know exactly what animal would be the star of the next show.

I watched The Turk grab a hold of the dog's hips and yank the Great Dane's back, dislodging the dog from the dancer's cunt, causing her to yelp in pain.

The Turk said something to Hammed and he smiled at Hammed's reply, then Hammed turned me in front of him and gave me a kiss on my lips and squeezed my breast before walking towards the exit.

As soon as I was released by Hammed, I went into the darkened corner and found my bikini and shirt, not to put them on though, The Turk may have seen that as an indication that I was finished playing for the day and I was far from finished, I'd been promised a good fucking if I sucked the German's cock and then let the Great Dane clean my pussy out after The Turk's first fuck filled my cunt to overflowing.

It was quite strange for me, the four Arab men had taken their girls to bedrooms but the German's were all fucking out in the main room, fuck one girl for ten minutes and then swap with a friend to fuck another of the girls. The Turk had the Great Dane's leash in one hand and he took my hand in the other and took us both to bedroom number five. I was already naked and I watched as he took his dishdasha off, pulled the knot in the cord around the waist of his sirwal open...his cock looked about an inch long when flaccid I was asked to try sucking his cock back into life for him.

The Turk lay on his back on the bed and got me to move above him on my hands and knees to suck his cock. I started sucking and then felt the Great Dane's tongue working hard between my legs to get at my lubricating liquid and the little spunk that Hammed had left in my pussy after his condom fell off his cock.

I felt The Turk's cock grow in my mouth as the dog licked my cunt, he whispered, "It's very exciting for me to see the dog playing with you...can I get him to mount you a little, I won't let him tie with you, it'll just help to get me harder quicker!"

Just asking me to let him put his dog on my back had doubled the size of his cock in my mouth so I knew that it would excite him more if I agreed and I thought, 'Well, I've already allowed the dog to lick me twice and I'd seen the dog fucking the dancer earlier and it had excited me a lot watching that so I nodded my head.

The Turk shuffled over to the left hand side of the bed, I was on my hands and knees on his right hand side, he patted the small of my back and said, "Monter son garçon!" in French to the dog. The Great Dane jumped up onto the bed behind me. He started fussing around behind me, because no one was guiding him onto my back, he was a little confused, he kept jumping on my back and falling away again. The Turk repeated his command and patted the small of my back again...even though the dog wasn't being successful, its attempts were exciting The Turk more and more, his cock was almost at the point that I wouldn't be able to open my mouth wide enough to accommodate it, the dog finally hooked its forelegs around my waist, just above my hips.

There were five fruitless stabs against my buttocks from the dog's cock and finally The Turk caught his cock in his hand and aimed it at my pussy...the dog sunk six inches of his cock into my cunt in one rapid thrust and The Turk groaned in pleasure and a little pain because his cock was now so big that my teeth were digging into the sides of his cock.

My head was pushed off of his cock and he rolled out from under me, he was now looking behind me, watching the dog fucking into me, "You'll feel his knot pressing against your pussy in a few more thrusts and then I'll pull him away from you."

I felt the pressure of the huge knot pressing into my labia, "Is that nice?"

I thought to lie but in the end I nodded my head, "Nice but get him off now please!"

The dog was pulled away from my back and pushed off of the bed, he was rapidly replaced by The Turk's cock...I was still on my hands and knees and now I was being fucked doggy style by The Turk. The dog jumped on the bed again, he was trying to mount The Turk but got pushed away several times before he jumped at my head and the dog was trying to fuck my mouth.

"Give him a little suck...he spent ages licking your cunt out earlier...it's your turn to repay the pleasure now!"

So that's how I found myself having a little more practice giving oral sex while taking a cock in my cunt again...only now, the man and the dog had changed places.

"Grip his knot with your hand as he fucks into your mouth!"

I did as I was told without asking him...or myself...why. As I gripped the dog's knot, he started shooting his seed into my mouth, I thought, 'At least it doesn't taste as bad as a human's spunk!'

The dog fell away from me and lay on the floor licking his own cock. I was turned onto my back and The Turk fucked me more conventionally for twenty minutes. I was running through my millionth orgasm of the afternoon and now that I was used to The Turk's huge cock, he was fucking me as hard and fast as Hammed had been fucking me and I was taking it with a mountain of pleasure and not a trace of pain anymore.

I was just panting down from my latest orgasm when a telephone rang in the pile of cotton that was his dishdasha. He searched for the pocket with the phone in it and answered it as he slowly fucked me. There was a short conversation and he closed the call and dropped his phone back on top of his dishdasha.

"That was the taxi driver who took your parents up to the fort, your father is ready to come back to the ship...I told him to take the long way back so that I can finish off in you and send you back to your ship before they get back."

I asked him how the taxi driver knew to ring him to tell him when my parents were heading back as he settled back into fucking me again, "As soon as your ship's captain filed his passenger manifest with the harbour master, I was given a copy and provided a taxi to the fort, I had been told that all three of you would be on the taxi trip so I had arranged for the taxi driver to target you for me!" then he slipped his arms under my back, hooked his fingertips over my shoulders from behind and held me tightly in place so that he could fuck me hard for ten minutes, as he pounded his cock into my body, he grunted, "I thought that I was going to have to pay the driver extra because you weren't there but he managed to have his fun with your mother instead of you!"...I was fucked so hard, that I actually passed out from the pleasure he gave to me as well as the excitement of him telling me that the taxi driver had fucked my mother and when I woke up again, The Turk was sitting at my side and the dog was eating spunk out of my cunt again.

I quickly dressed in my bikini and long shirt, had a kiss and cuddle with The Turk in the street outside the bar and headed back to the Hindu Kush

As I was having my pass checked at the security office again, I realised that I was looking at the crotch area of the security guard...something that I could never remember doing in my life before to a stranger. As I walked across the dockside, I developed stomach cramps which wasn't surprising to me really, I'd gone from a virgin to a well fucked woman in just three hours...not just one man taking my virginity as in my original plan, I'd had sex with two men as well as a dog, I'd given three men and a dog oral sex as well...I really had become a well fucked woman in just one day.

I checked Sanjay's crotch as well while he looked at my pass to get back onto the ship, I had thought earlier that it might be awkward using Sanjay for sex but now that I'd actually done it so often, I realised that awkward or not, a fuck was like chocolate, even bad chocolate was better than no chocolate...much the same as sex!

By the time I reached my cabin, the crotch of my bikini bottoms were covered in blood so I had to get them into soak in my bathroom's sink as quickly as I could. My vigorous fucking from The Turk must have triggered my period a day or so earlier than usual. I put knickers on with a panty liner in the gusset. I put shorts on under my long muslin skirt and went out onto the sundeck. I spotted the bunker tanker...or...rather heard the bunker tanker, the crew of the bunker boat were shouting up at the crew of the Hindu Kush, there was a problem with the venting of our ship's oil tank, they had run through half a dozen languages before they settled on English to tell them that they couldn't fill the tanks because of a blockage in the air vent that our crew had to clear before the tanks could be filled.

I spotted a taxi pulling up in front of The Turk's bar, dad was sitting in the front seat and mum was sitting behind the driver. I could see my father had his wallet open as he opened the door but the driver wasn't there to take the money, he was jumping out of the driving seat and helping my mother get out of the back of his taxi. I spotted a subtle touch on the back of the driver's arm from my mother, the driver was pointing to The Turk's bar as he walked my mother to the front of the taxi. I got the feeling that he was trying to talk my mother into going into the bar.

My dad paid for the trip and then he and my mother entered the port through the side gate.

I'd spent the past week giving my parents a really hard time because they had dragged me away from my plans for the summer holiday but I realised that if I had stopped at home and let Mark Whitfield or one of his friends take my virginity, I wouldn't have met The Turk and had the sexual experience of a lifetime so I planned to extend an olive branch to my parents and say that I was sorry for being such a childish bitch for the past seven days.

I watched my mother turn the corner from the side gate and out onto the dockside, her chest was bouncing a little more than it had when she left the ship that morning and I couldn't see her thick bra straps over her shoulders. The bra that she had worn when she left the ship had shoulder straps that were twice as thick as the straps of her dress so at some point in the day, she had taken her bra off. I looked from her to my father, it looked like he had obtained a guide book from the fort and he was reading it as he walked along...I doubted that he had even noticed that my mother had taken her bra off.

I met my mother at the entrance to the passenger area, "Did you have a good time at the fort mum?"

She gave me a totally shocked look because I'd just spoken more words to her than I had all week...well, pleasant words at any rate.

She mumbled, "It was a little hot in the sun but I found somewhere cool to have a drink and something to eat while your father clambered over every inch of the fort's walls...what did you do all day?"

I smiled and said, "I found something to keep me occupied all day."

"What did you have for lunch?"

"You know Mickey...it was roast chicken, peas and rice with a spicy sauce."

My mother said, "I can't small anything cooking!"

My father turned up at that moment and explained why we couldn't smell anything cooking, "They're having problems refuelling the ship and Mickey can't cook anything while the bunker boat is here so dinner tonight will be cold sandwiches."

My mother asked, "How much longer will we be stopping here?"

My dad shook his head, "It usually takes six hours to fill the ship's fuel tanks but they've had an airlock in the venting system so it's taking twice as long today than usual, we'll be here until midnight at least this time!"

"Well, in that case, instead of having sandwiches for dinner, why don't we go to the restaurant that Iftikhar, the taxi driver told us about, he told me that if we mention his name to the owner, we'll get a discount...I just need to have a shower and get changed and we can pop over there, at least see what it looks like!"

So, I was about to make my third trip to The Turk's bar of the day, it was just a pity that I'd started my period and was a bloody mess between my legs.

I went to go to my own cabin but my mother grabbed my arm and pulled me into her and my father's cabin while he sat in the passenger lounge reading his new guide book while my mother got changed. Mum pulled her dress off, she was totally naked under it, she pulled her bra out of her shoulder bag, I looked in, "No knickers? Did you go out without any on this morning?"

"No darling, it was that Iftikhar, he was a bit of an animal, he ripped them off of me because I was taking too long making up my mind to let him have his fun with me."

After her shower, my mother opened her wardrobe door, "Would you like to borrow my sexy red silk dress darling?"

"I don't feel particularly sexy, I came on my period earlier today!"

Mum smiled at me and moved to one of the drawers in the chest of drawers, she picked out a make-up sponge, a three inch disk of dense sponge rubber, she told me to take my knickers off, she checked the mess in my panty liner and then she handed me the sponge, "Here, slip this up inside...it'll cover you for four or five hours!"

"Mum, I don't even use tampons yet!"

"That's okay darling, I assume that you aren't a virgin at your age so there won't be any problems."

Well, I certainly was surprised at that comment, I thought, 'I've never mentioned boys, I almost never went out of the house on my own apart from going to school so why would she think I wasn't a virgin?' so I asked her why.

She gave me a surprised look, "I just assumed that you were like me...from the age of eleven, I was chasing anything in trousers. I lost my virginity on my twelfth birthday!"

I'd seen photographs of my mother from her twelfth birthday party, her breasts were bigger than mine are today and she was dressed in a very sexy outfit...no wonder she lost her virginity at that age. I was curious about my mother's first boyfriend, as she got ready to go out and I put her red silk dress on, a dress that was now too small for her but fitted me like a glove, she would have thrown it away years ago but it was my father's favourite dress, the dress that he loved to see her wearing. So I asked her about her early love life.

She told me about ten boys that she went out with from starting at secondary school at the age of eleven and a half and her twelfth birthday party, I said, "So, it was your eleventh boyfriend who took your virginity then?"

Mum tittered, "Not quite..."

"Oh, so it was Gavin Evens...your tenth boyfriend then?"

Her titter turned louder, "No, definitely not Gavin..." Mum looked sideways at me, "...you must never tell anyone this but...I actually lost my virginity to my Uncle Peter..."

I butted in with, "Grandpa's brother Peter?"

Mum nodded her head, "...Peter gave me a very sexy lingerie set for my birthday and when I had a dance with him later in the party, he asked me if I'd show him what I looked like in his present. I was a little drunk and I agreed to show him, I had planned to undress in my room, change into the underwear that he had given to me and putting my party dress back on but he followed me into my bedroom before I'd put the dress back on and...well, one thing led to another and he ended up taking my underwear off again and we did it. I bled like a stuck pig, I can tell you!"

I thought, 'Great-uncle Peter's sixty-five years old now, so when mum was twelve, he was forty...about the same age difference as me and The Turk...so we had something in common, we both lost our virginity to men who were thirty years older than us...I wondered if Peter's cock was anything like the size of The Turk's cock...sounded like it, I bled like a stuck pig as well when The Turk took my virginity.'

Mum gave me another sideways look and then she turned my face to hers and she started painting my lips with her bright red lipstick as she continued her story from her twelfth birthday party, "My mother thought that she was doing me a favour...when the party finished at midnight, she asked me if I wanted Gavin to spend the night with me in my bedroom instead of the plan for him to sleep in the living room with a few of the other boys who lived too far away to get home after midnight...Poor old Gavin had no idea what he'd done wrong..."

My lips were finished and now she was painting a little eye shadow around my eyes, "...Gavin thought that it was his birthday as he climbed in bed with me and started to fuck me but I could hardly feel him after being stretched by my father's brother...I dumped him the next day, I'd ruined myself for thirteen year old boys forever because I'd let my Uncle Peter fuck me first.

My mother and I had something in common now...well, several things in common, the first was that we'd both lost our virginities to men who were thirty years older than us, the second was that we'd both lost our virginities in very taboo circumstances, her having lost hers having incest with her uncle and me losing mine to a brothel owner in a public room with fifteen other people in the room. The third thing was that we'd both been ruined for boys of our own age because the cock that started us off was so massive.

As the three of us crossed the dockside, I looked at my mother and said, "Why are you so desperate to have dinner in a backstreet bar outside the back gate from the port...surely there are better places to eat in the town centre?"

"The thing is darling, Iftikhar, the taxi driver told us that the little bar around the corner from the port has a special cabaret. They do a typical Algerian meal with a little show on the stage while the customers eat!"

"What kind of a show?"

"Well, the show is always a sex show but sometimes they do something a little special...one time it might be a gang-bang, another time it might be a lesbian show and another it might be a woman with an animal..."

Even though I'd already seen a woman letting an animal fuck her and I'd even tried it myself but I knew that I had to pretend to be shocked by her mentioning a woman having sex with an animal so I yanked my arm out of my mother's and I said "Mum...that's disgusting!"

Mum smiled at my theatrics and she whispered close to my ear, "Don't knock it darling...it's been a fantasy of your father's for many years and whenever there's a hint of something so taboo, he turns into a wild animal in bed later and I'd like to round my lovely day off with a wild night of sex with him."

When we stood outside the bar, I looked inside, I recognised three of the whores in the main bar, this time they were dressed in cocktail dresses and not bikinis as they danced with customers at the back of the bar.

Dad looked disappointed, even in such a backwater as this, he knew that they wouldn't put on a sex show in such a public bar but then my father had no idea that there was more to the bar than we could see from the front door, he said, "Well, that Iftikhar must have got it totally wrong, this place won't be putting on a cabaret in a room like this so we might as well call a taxi to take us to a restaurant in town for dinner!"

Mum jumped in with, "Iftikhar told me that we had to tell the owner that he told us to come...mention his name!"

I spotted The Turk just inside the doorway talking to a new customer, directing him to a table close to one of the unoccupied whores..."He looks like he might be the owner dad, at least go in and talk to him!"

Dad was reluctant, we'd been to back street bars like this one on summer holidays in Spain, Greece, Italy and Turkey over the years, they promise the earth and deliver very little, they just want to get you through their front door and then it's usually too late to move on.

I watched the opening gambit from my father, The Turk winked at me over my father's shoulder and then he gestured with his arm towards an empty table for four people in the open bar. My dad shook his head and that must have been when he mentioned Iftikhar's name because The Turk's face opened up, his eyes widened and his mouth turned into a grin and he directed my father back to the front door. The door was opened and The Turk came out into the street, he made a theatrical gesture, looking up and down the length of the street before saying, "My very good friend Iftikhar recommended our special cabaret to you good people...any friend of Iftikhar is a friend of mine...actually Iftikhar is a cousin of my fifth wife...or my sixth, no...no, definitely the cousin of my fifth wife."

He made a hand gesture towards the bar, there was a click of the secret door as it opened, The Turk stepped out into the street and slipped in between my mother and me, then he placed one of his hands on each of our bottoms and he guided us through the secret door ahead of him with my father trailing on behind us.

As soon as my mother saw the line of bedroom doors along the passageway, she looked over at me and whispered, "I'll bet these rooms are used by women to entertain their boyfriends behind their husband's backs!"

The Turk laughed, "You're partly right my dear, men and women can hire the bedrooms by the hour to entertain their lovers but they can also hire the lover by the hour as well...man, woman or child...we make no judgements on people's tastes here my dear lady."

***We turned the last corner into the large room where I lost my virginity earlier and I was shocked by the transformation, it looked like a proper restaurant, what had been a line of seats for men to watch naked woman dancing and performing on the small stage with a few tables against the back wall was now filled with tables for two or four people to eat around, all the waiters and waitresses were totally naked as they moved around the room taking orders from customers at tables. There were no longer seats in a straight line for the mainly male audience.

The sex show was already in progress as we were guided to our table, one man and one woman on the small stage fucking as thirty customers were watching them while they ate their dinner.

Our meal started with a bowl of 'Chorba frik', crushed green wheat and chicken soup, the dish would traditionally be served to locals during the month of Ramadan as a treat for their night time meal after fasting throughout the daylight hours. As we ate our soup, the act on stage changed to two women putting on a lesbian show. I heard my father whisper to my mother, "Would you like to try that darling?"

Mother wiped her mouth and leaned in to kiss my father, "I'd do it to excite you...you know that but I'm not really into women!"

Before she went back to her meal, she looked over at me and winked.

After the soup dishes were cleared away, they brought us mutton and rice in a spicy sauce...it was much like one of the dishes that Mickey would cook for us on the ship but the spices were a little more delicate and as we ate, we watched three men taking one hole each at the same time on Helga.

Helga was still being fucked when we started our sweet, we'd been given a section of Makroudh, some were deep fried in oil and some were oven baked, we had one date filled, one nut and raisin filled and one almond past filled Makroudh each. As we started on our sweet, the stage emptied and the stage lights were turned off. One table was still well lit, it had an African businessman dressed in a Western type business suit. As soon as he stood up, I recognised that he was the African man with the massive cock that had fucked the dancer that afternoon while The Turk fucked me.

The suit was a trick costume, the African pulled at the waist and Velcro fasteners ripped open, he was naked in one yank. He started dancing around the room, waving his massive erection in the faces of every woman in the room, when it was my mother's turn, as he rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, he asked my father if he would like to watch my mother being fucked by him. Mum kissed the head of the massive black cock as my father waved the man away. My dad said no but his cock jumped several times in his trousers at the thought of the huge black man fucking my mother.

Then I had a thought, we would only be in port for a few more hours so I told my father that I needed to use the toilet and left the table with my pudding unfinished. I bypassed the toilet and went to find The Turk, I asked him if the Great Dane was still around, "My mum and dad both have a fantasy about animal sex!"

"Do you think that your mother would actually fuck a dog then?"

I shook my head, "I'm not sure but it was Iftikhar telling her that your cabaret sometimes had animal sex on stage that made her determined to visit your bar before the ship leaves port."

I left The Turk with that thought and returned to the cabaret room.

I started eating my posh cookies again when The Turk walked out on stage to make an announcement in seven languages, when he got to English the announcement was, "I've had many requests for a special act with a dog. I have a dog but I don't have anyone willing to perform with him so, if anyone here would like a little fun with a dog and is willing to let everyone else watch, just let me know!"

Mum looked over her shoulder at dad and he smiled at her, he was so excited that he almost climaxed in his trousers. He gave a little wave at The Turk and joined him by the stage...they had a private discussion but they weren't alone, two other men went up as well. my dad came back to the table, he whispered to my mother, "He'll let you have first go with the dog but you can't let it lock into you because we don't have very long left but he wants something in return...he wants to fuck our Sarah on the stage while you're being fucked by the dog!"

They both looked over at me, I just shrugged my shoulders, my mother gave me a pleading look and I changed my shrug into a nod of my head.

My dad was taken to one side and while he was in discussion with the large African man, I was told to get my mother ready for her starring role with the dog and she had been told to undress me ready for my own starring role with the bar's owner.

Once I was totally naked and I'd got my mother on her hands and knees and waiting for the dog to be brought out onto the stage, I got a little bit of a shock, the dog wasn't the Great Dane that had fucked me earlier, it was a British Bulldog...I could see the humour in the choice of dog though, a dog fucking an English Rose in an Algerian brothel should really be an a-typically British dog.

I'd posed my mother on her hands and knees with her arse towards the audience without realising that the dog would block the audience's view once it was in position to fuck her but I needn't have worried because as soon as the dog was on her back, the audience was allowed to join us on the stage. I was also on my hands and knees with The Turk playing the dog's role on my back and he was fucking me hard from behind. I was being pushed and pulled all over the stage area, every time I came close to a male customer, The Turk told me to open the man's trousers and suck his cock for him.

It was a little like a conveyer belt...a production line of men and their cocks for me to suck, one straight after another as I was being driven through a series of massive climaxes from The Turk's cock. I realised that I'd sucked the African's cock as he held the dog's knot to prevent him tying with my mother because of the pain in my jaw caused by the size of his cock...and then I was moved on to the next cock. I pulled the front of his trousers down and sucked his cock, he climaxed in just seconds, the quickest to boil over of the night, adding his semen to the many previous loads I'd already swallowed as soon as the flaccid cock dropped from my mouth, The Turk pulled me up onto my feet so that I could see the face of the man that I'd just got off with my mouth. He had just been one pair of legs in a sea of legs but once I was on my feet, I could see that I'd just sucked my father off on the crowded stage.

The show was called to an end at that point because a messenger had come from The Hindu Kush to tell us that the fuel tanker had just finished loading our ship so we had to leave the party, just as the dog was being introduced to its second woman of the night with a third woman lining up to take the dog's knot.

It was easy for dad, all he had to do was pull the front of his trousers up and he was ready to go...me and mum had to get dressed before we could leave the bar and as we dressed I confessed to mum that The Turk had made me suck my own father's cock.

"Don't worry about it darling, I'm sure your father will have loved every second of it...your only problem will be if he wants more, we still have three weeks before this little trip is over, your father might want to test drive your tight pussy if he gets bored with only me to fuck for the next three weeks."

"But isn't that illegal mum...I mean, that's incest, isn't that illegal?"

"Incest is only something they worry about in Christian countries darling, in this part of the world, it's an everyday occurrence, anyway, I've never had you tested, your biological father could be any one of the ten husbands of the couples that me and your father were swinging with when I fell pregnant with you if --- that thought helps you to get over the worry of committing incest."

Well, apart from the fact that I looked like my father, I had no proof that he actually was my biological father so there was little point in worrying about the incest issue too much.

The Hindu Kush was single lined by the time we got back to the gangway, it would usually have three lines fore and aft when moored to the dock, Sanjay was the last to board the ship, he followed me up the steps and as he climbed the crane was lifting the bottom of the steps up to the main deck so that it could be stowed for transit before we were all the way off of the steps.

Sanjay was still tying the stairway down as the ship pulled away from the port. In the first seven days of our trip, I'd spent all of my time in my cabin apart from during meals when I joined the other passengers in the lounge, now that we were off the coast of North Africa, I could spend more time reading out on the sundeck rather than reading in my cabin. Because I was around the other passengers more, I got to know Mr Modi and Mr Chandra, I didn't see more of my parents though, they seemed to spend the majority of each day in their cabin working their double bed hard.

As we neared Port Said my mother was getting excited, she was hoping to get ashore in Port Said because its reputation for sexual debauchery far outweighed what we'd seen in Oran. Because of the bad weather and heavy seas, we'd emptied our fuel tanks in the first seven days of our journey and the captain had ordered a fuel barge to meet us in Port Said before we were due to enter the northern part of the Suez Canal. Mum was keen to land in Port Said but my dad pointed out that the port fees would be far higher in Port Said than they had been in Oran because Oran only had five percent of the shipping traffic that Port Said had.

"We'll be bunkering out at sea in the Suez Canal anchorage while we wait for our turn to transit the northern canal and hope that we can fill our tanks before they call us forward to go through the canal." Our manifest claimed that our cargo was aluminium ingots, rather than scrap, there was something underhand going on and when I spotted my dad forging a new manifest with only five names on it, the three of us and the Goodwin sisters, our South Asian passengers had been left off of the manifest, as if they had never been on our ship!.

I didn't mention to my father that I'd seen him fabricating a new manifest, I ducked back out of his room and headed for Mr Modi and Mr Chandra's cabins. Mickey was loading kitchen stores into their cabins but I spotted both men were actually hiding behind sacks of rice that had been brought out to us on the 'Deliveroo' boat and unloaded by the ships crane on the port side of the ship while the oil tanker was moored against our starboard side.

The doors of Mr Modi and Mr Chandra's cabins were left wide open, just in case customs or immigration officials checked on our ship before letting us into the canal. As it happened, the pilot brought a platoon of Egyptian soldiers out with him, they checked everyone's paperwork while the pilot was getting the ship ready for transiting the canal.

The second week of my mammoth journey had been far more fun than the first week, Mr Modi and Mr Chandra had spent a lot of the time flirting with me while I was out on the sundeck wearing just my bikini...I hadn't taken up their offers though, I'd had so much sex on my first ever time that I doubted that I'd need sex again before we returned to England, and now that I realised that they were both hiding from the authorities, I was glad that I hadn't allowed them to screw me in the past week.

There was one bit of good news about the refuelling, my father saved a little money, because the seas had been so calm and the weather so good, our second leg had used twenty-five percent less fuel than the first part. We took the westerly channel into the canal, I'd seen ships leaving by the easterly channel all day long, we got a discount transit through the Suez Canal because Egypt needed aluminium ingots so there was less tax or transit charge and because we transited the canal at a quiet time and that cost a little less too.

The papers that my father had forged before the Egyptians boarded our ship had put our destination port as Port Ghalib, one of the small Egyptian ports close to the border with Sudan, it took us two days from passing the fake papers to the Egyptians at Port Said to reach Port Ghalib but we didn't stop there, we sailed straight on by...neither my father nor the captain were worried, they knew that a backwards country like Egypt wouldn't miss our little ship for weeks and weeks and by then, they wouldn't even bother that we'd missed our port. Two more days later we left the Red Sea and should have sailed south-east to Mumbai, the final destination of our cargo.

We seemed to be sailing away from the setting sun so I assumed that we were roughly on course. Once out of the Red Sea things settled down to a little more normal, Mr Modi and Mr Chandra were set free from their hiding places and the sacks of rice that had hidden them were placed in the ships store.

I woke with a start three days out of the Red Sea, something was wrong, after fourteen days of rocking and rolling on the seas of the world to the constant background track of a thumping oil fired engine we were suddenly stationary, no rocking and no rolling and the sound of our engine was silent...but...not total silence, there was squeaking and groaning sounds throughout the ship.

The thought that hit me between the eyes was that we could be sinking and the squeaking and groaning could be the ship warning us that it was unhappy, I jumped out of bed and pulled my dressing gown on and rushed out onto the passenger deck. We were in port at least two days earlier that I'd expected us to be, I thought, 'This ain't Mumbai Toto!'

'Something is missing girl, the cargo hatches are all closed still...wait just a cotton picking minute, I've never seen the cargo hatches before, when we left Felixstowe the hatches were covered by...shipping...containers. I looked over the side of the ship towards the stern, there was a flat-bed truck at the side of the aft quarter of the ship and one of my father's shipping containers was being lowered down from the back of the Hindu Kush and my father was standing talking to a rather fat man on the dockside.

Mum joined me with a cup of coffee for me, "Where are we mum?"

"This is the Port of Bushehr!"

"India?"

"Not quite, it's actually Iran."

"Isn't there an embargo on supplying things from Britain to Iran?"

"Technically there is but, the rules don't really extend to scrap metal darling and as part of the deal, we're getting a tank full of fuel oil and I think that the Iranian government are paying for the ship's hire and our first three loads of fuel as well as part of the deal so your father will make a lovely big profit on this trip."

Okay, I didn't debate it with my mother but I knew that my father had paid extra to have the production line broken down carefully so that it could quickly and cheaply be reinstalled into his customer's factory so what he was really selling was a working production line to a government that was on the British government's naughty step.

"Will you be going ashore while they refuel us mum?"

She laughed at me scathingly, "Not in Iran darling, I wouldn't trust your father not to swap us both to a local man for five camels and ten goats...women in Iran have no rights at all, we could both be arrested just for standing out here in a public space with our heads uncovered!"

I saw a briefcase passing from the fat Iranian man to my father, dad opened the case, it was full of money...and I do mean full. My father opened the briefcase and lifted the bundles of cash, from the colour of the money, it was American dollars and the bundles were three deep filling the whole case.

"How long have we been parked here?"

Mum gave me a sideways look, "We've been on this ship for three weeks now, I would have thought that you would have gotten a handle on the terminology, we're moored, not parked, and we've been here since midnight so we'll be off any time now that the last of the containers have been lifted off."

"Is that a navy ship over there, behind us?"

"Most probably, this is the edge of the Bushehr Naval Base!"

I felt comforted by that, at least my father wasn't breaking any local laws if we were off-loading his dodgy cargo within sight of the Iranian navy.

We set sail down the Persian Gulf due south, judging by the sun, I missed Mr Modi and Mr Chandra at lunch, I knocked on Mr Modi's cabin but the door just opened and his drawers and wardrobe were open, I checked Mr Chandra's cabin as well, that too was empty, they must have decamped in Iran so the two of them being South Asian or Indian nationals was probably as truthful as my father taking his load of scrap all being aluminium ingots.

When I returned to the lounge, I realised that Mickey had only put out five plates, so he knew that the two Asian passengers had left the ship, my father obviously knew as well because he was on the dockside supervising the off-loading of his cargo.

The captain came into the lounge, he had a whispered conversation with my father for a few minutes, my father looked thoughtful for a moment and then he said, "I don't mind if the Dubai government buy my scrap aluminium or the Indian government but it is a little worrying that an American destroyer has been sent to intercept us...better keep inside the Iranian three mile limit until the last moment.

The deal that the ship's captain had struck with Hamdan bin Mohammed Al Maktoum's assistant was to buy my father's scrap for ten percent more than India had offered to pay my father for it and as an additional part of the deal, my father would be given three seats on a government flight to Bern in Switzerland to help us on our way home.

So now we were on the run from the American government, their spy satellites had spotted us unloading something in the Iran naval base or worse, loading something from Iran to smuggle back to the UK and the American's wanted to stick their noses in our ships hold to see what we were doing.

We went dark...the captain turned our IMO transponder off and sailed amongst a flotilla of five small cargo ships, when we reached the closest point to Dubai, we could see the American destroyer USS Delbert D. Black, hull number 119, it was a shinny, brand new destroyer and it was two miles away from us, sailing along the Dubai coast away from us. The captain of the Hindu Kush held his nerve until the last moment before breaking cover of the little flotilla of cargo ships, turning his IMO transponder back on and he made straight for the Port of Sharjah just ahead of the USS Delbert D. Black.

We were guided to one end of the port and the destroyer was sent to the other end. Our gangplank was lowered before we were even parked properly, the three of us running with all of our bags and baggage for a mini bus that was waiting for us.

We spent the night in a luxurious hotel, not a holiday hotel for the hoi-polloi or even a hotel for business men trying to sell to, or buy from Dubai, this hotel was the kind of place where world leaders or their representatives visiting the government stopped, I couldn't even find out how much a single room would cost for the night because you couldn't actually hire one, you were invited to stay there by the government, Hamdan bin Mohammed Al Maktoum was the crown Prince, the head of the government and we were his personal guests.

I was looking around the gift shop when I saw a sailor, he was a single ringer, just one narrow gold ring at the end of his sleeve which made him an Ensign, he was asking questions at the reception desk, he wanted a list of all guests that had arrived today...the receptionist told him that any such requests had to be made directly through the office of The Crown Prince, Hamdan bin Mohammed Al Maktoum, "Peace be upon his name!"

The officer shook his head, "I thought that we were all on the same side! Can you at least tell me if you've seen either of these two men?"

I felt reckless so I approached the sailor and looked at his badge, his name was D Black and under his name it proclaimed that he was off the USS Delbert D. Black so I said, "Oh hi, are you the captain from that shiny new war ship that parked in the harbour this afternoon?"

"No Ma'am, I'm just the lowest of the low, I'm an Ensign on the ship but the ship was named after my grandfather!"

"Wow, was he a president or a great Admiral or something?"

He chuckled, "No ma'am...he was a Master Chief Petty officer when he retired from the navy but he was on the Navy Council for a few years!"

"So, what are you doing here, trying to get a room for the night?"

He looked like he was trying to work out what to tell me, in the end, he sighed and said, "I'm looking for someone that came into port ahead of my ship this afternoon!"

"I'm sorry I can't help you, we were out all day doing the tour of 'The World' on a boat trip, we've only just got back to the hotel."

"What are you doing here in Dubai?"

"My father's a salesman, he's trying to sell something to the Dubai oil company...well, I think that's what we're doing here but me and my mother are just sightseeing while my father's talking shop."

I congratulated myself on my newfound skill as a liar, "So, if you aren't staying here, do you have to go straight back to your grandfather's ship?"

"We have people at several of the top hotels, we're just all going to have to hang around to see if we recognise anyone coming or going!"

"Well, if you're going to hang around here anyway, how about having dinner with me, if the people you're looking for are in the hotel, they have to eat at some point...I just need to get showered and changed, it was very hot on my boat trip earlier."

I tried to glide serenely like a swan as I crossed the lobby area to the elevator and once on my floor I ran like a mad woman to our suite. I told my dad that I thought that the Ensign was looking for Mr Modi and Mr Chandra, "He had photographs of two men that he showed to the receptionist but I didn't get a close enough look." I also outlined the lie that I'd told David Black that we'd been in Dubai for a few days and that I was going to have dinner with David.

Dad went silent for a few minutes and then he snapped his fingers, "Good idea darling but get a table for four, me and your mother will join you for dinner!"

I left mum and dad talking...planning, mum was dressed in her sexiest clothes, including stockings and suspender belt. She was going to try flirting with David to get any valuable information that she could out of him.

I borrowed one of my mother's sexiest dresses and made myself look as adult as possible before I joined David in the bar. He gave me a strange look when I asked for a table for four and then a disappointed look when my parents joined us.

The meal was very exotic, very high quality, my dad was trying to sell David pumping equipment...after all, you never knew when a ship would need a good quality pump. While dad was trying to sell to David, mum was trying to get David interested in her body but David only had eyes for me.

We were on coffee and liqueurs after our meal when David's phone rang, the phone was close enough to me to hear the little voice inside the phone telling David to stand down, "Our targets have been confirmed as being on home ground, they were seen entering their compound by our Predator drone pilots three hours ago."

David thanked us for our hospitality, he was going back to his ship as his job had been called off.

I asked him if he had to go back to the ship or if he would like to spend a little longer with me. Mum was pissed off that the sailor preferred me to her but I ended up taking him to my room for a good fuck. I managed to get a lot of pillow talk out of him, he was an intelligence officer on the destroyer, he had been tracking our ship for weeks, long before my father chartered it, the captain was adept at swapping IMO transponders from ships that had been scrapped over the years to help him cover his tracks.

"We actually raided the ship, we expected it to be full of weapons and terrorists and all we found were a couple of septuagenarian women who were both as mad as hatters, they were sure that they were in the port of Mumbai, they had no idea that they were in Dubai and the weapons turned out to be aluminium scrap...my boss is sure that the captain swapped his transponder with another ship that slipped through the net while we were chasing the scrap ship."

There was nothing special about David, he was twenty-one years old, I was probably more sexually experienced than him, even though I'd only been sexually active for a few days. It would have been nice to say that he had a massive cock but he didn't, his cock was only six inches long and around three inches in circumference...nothing special but he tried hard to give me pleasure. He also tried hard to keep going all night long, he didn't pass out until five o'clock in the morning. As soon as he was asleep, I joined my mum and dad in their room, I told my dad that they had searched the Hindu Kush and that they had interviewed the Goodwin sisters, that bothered my father, he wasn't worried about the captain of the Hindu Kush or any of the crew informing on him but the Goodwin sisters could unwittingly identify us to the Americans.

One phone call and we were packed and out of the hotel by six-thirty...we were driven to a military airport where a government Gulfstream G-800 was waiting on the runway for us. It took thirty minutes to drive from the hotel to the airport and at five minutes past seven in the morning, we were wheels up and en-route to Bern in Switzerland, no one had even looked at our papers, bags or anything else. We ate lunch at twelve o'clock over France and landed in Switzerland at one thirty in the afternoon, definitely a much better way to move around the world than by ship.

I was expecting it to be a very different procedure at Bern airport though...Switzerland was a sophisticated European country that obeyed international laws to the letter.

At arrivals, my dad showed his passport and a visa from the Dubai government and all three of us were waved through, no one looked in our bags and that was a good thing because my father had a case with a quarter of a million American dollars in cash in it and in Europe, that would have got him into a lot of hot water with the authorities. Anything more than ten thousand Euros in cash could be classed as money laundering and dad would have a lot of awkward questions to answer.

We stopped in Switzerland just long enough for my father to bank his ill gotten dollars in his Swiss bank account and we took a train to Brussels, At Brussels South railway station, we swapped over to the Eurostar to London. The train from Brussels to London took just a fraction over two hours, the same time as the required waiting time before international travel to give the sniffer dogs time to check all of our possessions.

We were in home just over twelve hours after leaving our hotel bedrooms in Dubai...our journey took three weeks one way and half a day the other. I was totally knackered as I slipped into my own bed, I was in bed way before I would be on a school night, never mind a holiday night but I had lots of fun to dream about from my long holiday to India...even if I never actually got to India in the end...I still had my memories.

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