..The door opens and 5 guys are sitting there looking at me. Oh shit, I'm here, I think. I have to use the bathroom. Can I have a drink? Someone pours...me some crap wine circa 1979 boones farm. I stand in this teeny tiny studio apt in 'the kitchen' while 7 guys are in 'the living room' talking me off the ledge. Wow nice guys, no one is coming near me. All just talking, hanging out. My breathing starts to slow and I finally agree to just sit down.As I sat there on the futon in this cramped space,. Anyone could have done what I did. We all have the capability to help each other, it all depends on how understanding we are and how much we want to save people, even if we ourselves are the ones we should be saving.”------------------------------------------------------It was clear, the country considered Jack to be a national hero, but there was more to it than just the fact that he stopped the next big terrorist attack. He had spoken with such clarity, wisdom, and experience, that people. “I like the look of yours.” I said, his eyes suddenly darted up to my face again, he saw my eyes locked on his lap and looked down, realizing his fly was wide open giving a good view of pubes and shaft. He jumped up and rearranged himself. I stepped towards him and pushed the door closed behind me. His boxer shorts were sticking out a little at the front, as he had a semi, and I was fully hard. “You’ve seen all I’ve got to offer” I said moving even closer “How about you show me all you’ve got”. I didn’t know whether to curse the fact that I had three pairs of panties on or be glad in case I leaked. When I parked there was a text message on my phone. “Buy some nipple clamps. Buy the kind with a chain linking the two clamps. Ask the assistant to show you how they work and do anything else that they ask you. Come back here wearing them.” As I entered the store I caught a glimpse in a mirror and I hardly recognised the wanton desperate woman reflected back at me. It was not a massive.