A thought. A wish. A vision. A flash. And there… Madrid. Spain. Midnight. I’m actually here. Finally. I’m standing in this street. This very str...et. Near the driveway that leads up to Fergus Riordan’s House. I can’t believe it. I need to savor it. This moment of reckoning… Grey rays of pale moonlight filtered through the trees that were being battered and blown in the fierce wind. A storm. But I felt none of it. I felt as if I’m floating in a breezeless street. Calm. Focused. And weightless.. They had placed a towel over the sofa and on which I was offered to sit. The short, bald guy was already had a hard on. He stood infront of me and asked me to start sucking his dick. His dick was medium sized and not very thick. I start with licking the head and sucking the whole dick. The other guy was watching and jacking himself off. We he got himself hard, I switched sucking his dick. It was a bit longer and thicker than the short guy’s dick. After a couple minutes of switching sucking the. Desirée gasped, leaping backward in startled shock. Her shame followed seconds later as she grabbed for the gown and the doctor caught her hand gently."No need for that, really, my dear," he said calmly, his smile disarming her almost immediately. "Those things only get in the way of the poor physician. Now, if you'll just climb up onto the table and lie on your back, please."Desirée stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Her brain had become a turmoil of mixed. --- "Yes. That is now your prayer before bed." --- said Sam.--- "Yes, sir."Hank grabbed her by the hair and started to pull her through the workshop.--- "Now, for the tattoo."They tattoo her crotch for hours. She was laying on her back, with her legs bent and wide. Most of the time, she had something in her mouth. Be it a cock, balls or a dildo or a gag. They liked also to spit in her mouth, saying it's for re-hydration. Despite the stinging pain of the tattoo needle, they tortured her tits.