A message from her boyfriend back in Sweden

The first thing the Swedish girl did was go to her banking website and enter the details and passwords of her financial accounts (all of course stored by the tracking software Lester had installed on her computer). She sighed with exasperation at her low balance, wondering when her parents were going to send her the funds she needed for necessities. "Maybe they want their daughter to be a prostitute to pay rent in America?" she grumped to herself, briefly sliding one of her hands between her legs and finding a little wetness.

When she logged onto her email, there was a message waiting from Hans, her boyfriend from back home. Writen in Swedish, he went on about how everyone was hoping she was well and how much he missed her. "I will stay faithful to you and date no other girls while you are away," he pledged, "even though I know you said I shouldn't and that we should be on a break. How I want you to be home!" But it all came off as rather rambling and pathetic until near the end of the lengthy missive, when Hans admitted that in his desperation he had been visiting pornography websites looking for girls that resembled her absent beauty. "And look at what I found!"

Kjerstin hesitated as she looked at the hyperlink, wondering what she was about to see. She had been a bikini model, of course, but had always avoided the temptation of pornography. What would she see? What if it was hardcore? How would she feel if video of her having sex was on the internet for all the perverts of the world to see?

But she decided that it was obviously important to Hans for her to watch this, so she obligingly clicked. The clip was brief, between ten and fifteen seconds, but something changed inside Kjerstin once she watched it: it was a pretty blonde woman who did resemble her, although a few years older and with obvious fake tits, getting double-teamed by a couple of black guys. What really impressed the Swede was the size of their ebony fuckpoles, which looked about three times as long and thick as Hans' erect little four-inch pecker.

"What big black cocks!" the busty teenager exclaimed, and the slightest touch between her legs by her fingers sent her into orgasm, just as she noticed what Hans wrote at the conclusion of his letter... "Can you send me the video when this happens to you?"

Hans was the most popular boy in high school and a star football player, but he is ready (and seems eager) to masturbate to footage of his high-school sweetheart getting gangbanged by random negroes halfway around the world. He had been so nice to her, she figured that she at least owed him that.