I was getting hot. He then had me stand up. He told his friends that he was going to give thema guided tour of my body. I was in no position to refus..., so I just stoodthere, gagged, and my hands restrained. He started rubbing my thighs and ass.I couldn't help but moan, because it just felt so good. Then he came upbehind me and started rubbing on my now swelling breasts. I could hardlystand up as he did that. His friends were getting really horny from watchingthis and he said he'd let me. I kissed him again, this time a little longer and harder. I slid my tongue over his lips, trying to get him to open his mouth. “Open your mouth Tommy,” I said softly. He did and I was able to push my tongue inside. For the next fifteen minutes we French kissed.Kissing him was like kissing a watermelon, he had lots of saliva, and it was gross. However, I kept thinking about the money. I then got up and stood in front of him, a song on the TV was good to dance to. So I kind of did a very poor. He was taken insideand the blindfold was removed. When his eyes got accustomed to hissurroundings, he saw he was in a very small room in what looked to besome kind of jail. He was sweating profusely, the heat was almostunbearable. He could hear men whimpering in other cells, which scaredhim even more. He had heard of the torture that was not uncommon inthis country, he just prayed it wouldn't happen to him.The next morning, two guards entered his cell and dragged him to hisfeet. He was then. " She looked at me intently, a look of anxiety still troubling her pretty face. "Andy, I have to ask you something, and I beg you, I need you to be totally honest with me, okay?"She looked absolutely heartsick, and I knew that no matter what she was going to ask me, I needed to be as honest with her as I could. "Of course, Mom. I promise." Honestly now ... do you ... do you think I'm a fat cow, like your father said?" she asked, her eyes looking downwards to her amazing rack.I put my hands on.