Just a little curio picked up along the way. He does not strip me. He does not strike me. He does not ask questions. He just motions with his hand and...I am taken down and locked in what he calls the ´Brig´. I do not like his Brig. It is awful! I must have claustrophobia. The tiny iron box with its rivet heads was a terrible place for a girl all alone. I did not know what he had done with the others. I had been taken from them. To tell me very plainly that I was never going to escape he had my. I quickly pushed the thought aside and concentrated on the tingly feeling that was happening over my chest and I realized I had began to tug and play with my nipple. It felt so good. I moved my hand down from my face and pulled the bed sheets away from me, leaving my body completely exposed to the sunlight. I cupped my other breast, gently squeezing. As I pulled on my nipples I could feel my clit come to life. Squeezing my legs together I tried to create some pressure. I wasn’t ready to give. When we heard someone digging through keys to get in. She hopped down and we were able to straighten up enough to look like we weren't about to have sex when the janitor came in. She cleaned out the trash, nodded to us, and left. But if two interruptions wasn't enough, a third happened, as the theater started letting out, and while no one could see us, the lobby was filled with an entire audience.My girlfriend leaned up against the door, saying she would listen for when it was clear, but I. Moshamayippoyi ennu paranju njan nere balcony il poyi oru cigarette kathichu ninnu.Chechi sofayil irunnu karayunnatu njan kandu.Njan angottu chennu chechiye samadanippichu.Njan vijayodu orikkalum parayilla ennu vakku koduthu.Oru tettokke arkkum pattum ennaokke njan paranju.Chechi karanjondu bed roomilekku odi .Pinne njangal mindiyilla enikkulla fud tableil undayirunnu chechi pinne ente mukhathu nokkiyilla ake shoka mookamaya andareeksham. Uchakkum fud eduthu vachatallate chechiye njan purathu.