Yet what was I thinking about I thought about the money, and most of all the sick nasty pleasure I got from having this kind of filthy sex with 30 dif...erent men.I swear I hated myself I was thinking about every thing that happen to me since I had arrived. Remembering the position I was in, a position with no control over my life. And then the wonderful feeling I received from the sex I had been doing. I was getting turned on from the memories of all those nasty things. I knew I did not take on. "Mr. Vice President. Let me thank you for understanding what we're up against and for refusing to let the organs of state get in the way of relief and security. I am going to take you at your word and pray you meant everything you said. We need everything. Men, vehicles, helicopters to move the injured to hospitals prepared to treat them, as well as food, water, and temporary quarters for the relief workers. Anything you can do to facilitate immediate needs would be huge, Sir." Commissioner, it. I slept for a couple of hours I think, and woke up to bright sunlight. I was alone and I remember feeling a little sad that I didn't say goodbye to the guys or get to feel their dicks in me one more time.I got up slowly, a little hungover, although I didn't know what it was called then, not too great anyway. My tits were still hanging over my top so I tucked them back in and looked around for my shorts which I finally found but I never did find my panties. At least I had clothes and could. I had gotten all hard and everything, and I tried to hide it from her but she grabbed my hands and pulled them away from my crotch. "So you are getting hard by sneaking peeks at Gramma?"She pulled me in even closer. So close in fact, that she had to hike up her skirt so I could stand there in between her spread knees. I was scared "Stiff" in more ways than one! I did not know what to say. Then she told me to stand still and not to move around. I was totally petrified as she unzipped my pants,.