Yeah, sure. Damn. Damn. I had, of course, heard about the ridiculously strict drug enforcement laws in these countries. I had heard about tourists bei...g used as couriers against their will or without even knowing it. That had been a purely theoretical scenario. Until now, that is.Passively, I let my hands be cuffed behind my back, I endured the guy’s smug grins, I let myself be led towards their beat-up Jeep. There was nothing I could do, anyway.The small room was rather dark, as there was no. Something worse. A cold, black smell. The kind of smell that she imagined that shadows would have if they had a scent.Tears were starting to streak down her cheeks. She wouldn’t bawl, she was eight years old and she believed her dad when he said that eight-year olds don’t bawl.Don’t cry.The voice surprised her. She looked around, but only saw the walls of the abandoned, dried up well.It’s okay, child.The voice sounded like it was everywhere around her.“Who are you?” She asked, her fear only. OMFG. Feeling that I had to follow the local custom and didn’t want to look like a complete pussy, I very slowly eased into it. Needless to say, I didn’t move at all once in it because motion made it feel even hotter. Kneeling next to the tub she alternated between rubbing a wash cloth in a circular motion against my chest and waist and stroking my dick. After she toweled herself off, she motioned for me to get out and I found I just couldn’t do it. The heat relaxed my muscles so much that I. ” He put the joint out and placed the remains back in his case before putting it in the glove box. “Damn, my head feels fuzzy,” I said. “That because you’re fuckin’ high,” he said as he wiggled his fingers at me like he was casting a spell. He started the car and hit a button. The top of the car lifted up and the smoke bellowed out. I felt a rush of fresh air that seemed to highlight how warm my face was. My skin felt numb and my leg felt twitchy, which made me giggle. “So fuckin’ high,” he.