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Click hereAll through the day, Tracey had been looking forward to Buttercup’s welcome caresses when they got back to the settlement. Surely, they would be compensation for their suffering. But Buttercup was not in the mood. Not from lack of trying, the girls’ lovemaking became less and less active, their sexual desires frustrated by weariness and pain. And within half an hour of collapsing on the straw in their hut, the drizzle on the outside becoming more insistent and finally escalating into rain, the two girls were fast asleep, their limbs entwined around each other, and Tracey’s nose and face buried in Buttercup’s long blonde hair. Not a good day, Tracey reflected, although part of her was already wondering what she would get in exchange for the pieces of chicken she’d gained from her otherwise unrewarding molestation, ironically of all the sex she’d had recently the most like that she was accustomed to back home.