We talked for quite a while. People were occassionaly coming and going from the basement. There was music playing downstairs. Didn't think much of it.... At one point a guy a guy came up half dressed and had to go. My girlfriend really wanted to go down to check out what was happening. I felt out of place but went with her. The lower level was dark and had some good music playing. There were two couches - on on each side of the room. In the middle there were about 5-6 guys.. Being serviced by two. I was certainly a dirty, muddy mess! That I do remember. My brain was not in that good a shape, really. Then, I guess I must have eat a little and fallen asleep!The next thing I know, some rude bullies, guards, were punching me, slapping me, and dragged me off to jail. There they continued to jabber incomprehensibly, threw me in a dirty cell, and ripped off all my clothes. They mostly did not know English, except swear words like, "Scum, bum, cocksucker, asshole, assassin and spy." Why. He gripped my shoulders hard but with shaking hands as he wrapped his full lips around mine. After a moment the kisses became softer and shorter. His composure returned and he stepped back, releasing my shoulders. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.And then he ran. I chased after him, calling his name. I couldn't leave him in this state. He was clearly upset. I ran further than I have ever done in my life. My legs were becoming weak and I was dripping with sweat. Just as I decided that I. “Lay down here,” she said, pointing to the floor. I completed the move and Gaynor stood astride my shoulders, facing my feet. She squatted, put her hands at the side of my hips and lowered her pussy to my face. Her musky scent enveloped my senses and, as I held onto her lean thighs, I lapped at her open petals, flicked at her clit, poked into her entrance and sucked and kissed everywhere, her juices seeping on to my mouth and chin. “Whoa, whoa,” she said, “that’s good, very good. In fact, too.