Where ARE the others? I want my bottom licked!” As soon as she spoke the doorbell rang once more; Elaine looked at her.“Would you Hortense? I hop... they’ll all be here shortly.” Big Hortense eased herself down, and stood before me, lifting my chin. She then turned and slowly bent over; the crack of her huge and beautiful arse, inches from my face.“You get your nose in there and have a good sniff! I am going to have you lick my arsehole as soon as all the others are here!” I did not hesitate. Unfortunately, by that time, much of Thailand had been turned into a whore house by the American Troops having R&R during the Vietname mess. Don't misunderstand that last sentence: our fighting men deserved any pleasure they could get. And those beautiful Thai boys and girls found a way to make a living - usually sending their money home to families struggling to keep their farms. "Miss Saigon" tells that story better than I can.I was lucky enough to be staying at the Oriental Hotel - one of. A cable hung down and trailed across the dirt floor of the barn.Frank moved the ladder and put a matching glove on Nicole’s left hand. It, too, had a rope leading up into the darkness and a black cable trailing across the floor.When he was done, Annabelle said simply, “Boots,” and began strapping a boot in place over Nicole’s right foot. Frank, meanwhile, strapped a boot on her left foot. The boots, like the gloves, fit loosely while at the same time somehow lightly gripped her feet and ankles.. His eyes didn’t say much, which struck me as odd that because I was always very good at reading people; I just figured that he was trying to determine if he had seen me in here before. My stomach turned inside out as soon as we locked eyes. I could feel it twisting inside my body, curling itself up into a demented knot that felt as if it could burst at any moment. It was a lovely churning, one that I had only felt for two other men in my life: Chris and Brian. Even though it was probably only.