“Hi, my name is Kim,” the girl next to him chirped happily with an extended arm. I tore my eyes away from Douglas to look at the girl and forced ... smile. “Hi, Kim. My name is Jenny.” I didn’t bother to shake hands with her, instead I turned back to look at Douglas. He was still looking at me as if I was a ghost. I couldn’t bear it anymore. I wanted to run and hide. “Say something Douglas,” Kim told him and grabbed his arm, hugging it to her body. “Aren’t you going to tell me who she is?” . I took hold of Erin’s hand and we followed Emma to another room.“Thank you again. Just go through this door and to the desk. They will take you to your room. Have a great dessert.”I opened the door and with my hand on Erin’s lower back, I pressed her forward. We walked to the desk in the softly lit room.“Hi. You should have a reservation for Paul and Erin O’Dell.”The young woman looked at her computer and smiled.“Yes. You have a great room and it says that you still need to have dessert.”“That. And them more confusion—I was lying on the softest of beds. For one who laid on string cots in the Punjab, on sacks of vegetable on the journey to the States, and on the carpet flooring since, the bed was a luxury. Victims of abduction as far as I knew from stories and movies were usually tied hand and foot and thrown on the cold floor. Here I was quite free of any restraint. I sat up. My eyes gradually accommodated to the darkness. It was not pitch dark. A tiny bulb high on the ceiling was. "Talk dirty to me," I told her."What?" she breathed, still in the throes of the last climax my cock had given her."Talk dirty!" I insisted."Um, uh, I don't know how," she said.That pissed me off! I had spent half an hour fondling her, taking her nipples one by one between my teeth, pulling my head back slowly, scr****g her erect milkmaids, making her gasp with pleasure, while also using my fingers and thumb to stimulate her soaking-wet cunt and her hot, needy clit. I then mounted her, ramming.