After a few minutes my eyes adjusted to the low light, and seen doors with the little lights above them. I walked down the dark hallway and seen more ...oors around the corner, with men standing at the end of the hallway. Noticing an open door I went to look in. It was a small room with a bench along one wall and a screen in the other wall with a panel under it. A few buttons and a coin slot were on it. A short man walk over and asked quietly if I wanted to share,I said this was my first time. “Liz put me on the map,” he said. “I got a writing credit on her first Number One. That song paid off our house. Then I got a credit on her second Number One. That put my kids through college.”He gave a self-depreciating laugh.“I’ll tell you this,” he said. “I must have gotten a lot better as a writer by hanging out with Liz Larimer. Because I couldn’t get arrested in this town before she showed up. I had some good songs before most of the people in this room were born but then time moved on. In a horse-drawn open carriage, theytook her to a large estate on the outskirts of the town, once the home of aregional mogul, now utilized by this army vigilante group as their temporaryheadquarters and 'barracks'. As family of a much hated rebel leader, Rani Singhwas considered fair game and an easy target for summary justice. The maverick'justice' system administered by this group, as Rani would soon discover, wasnot at all equitable or reasonable, but it was, indeed, quite objective inits. Then playfully, his fingers moved to the labia and his thumb softly rubbed my clitoris. Ohhhhhh!!!!!!!! Gosh, I could come right there, just with that one touch…. A soft moan was uttered by my half open and semi dried lips. I leaned backwards so I could lie on my back, and I felt his middle finger softly running up and down the outside labia of my pussy, occasionally moving in a little deeper, without actually entering me. That was a well calculated move. It was turning me on beyond belief..