"Did you ever see the film, 'Deep Throat'", I asked. She shook her head to indicate no. Which I expected. There was no way that Mrs. Hotty Tottie t...e swell would have ever seen something like that. "Well," I continued, "it was about a girl who could take an man's entire cock into her mouth, all the way down her throat. And the way she did that, was to conquer the gag reflex. That is what we are going to work on this morning." I could see from her widened eyes that my slave girl was less. When we got in the apartment, I told her that my shower would only go on when I was naked. “Well isn’t that the only time you need it?” she laughed. “Yeah, but as a matter of principal it should work other times too,” I replied with an evil grin on my face. “Show me,” she said, giving me a poke in the ribs. She went along perfectly with my good-natured ruse, and within about ten minutes we were in the shower together. Since I didn’t have a condom as I was rubbing her bare tits and tickling. They never gave you messages from US, only our progress. We moved slowly and quietly through the country and eventually to Cuenca where there were a lot of Americans living. We planned on using expatriated Americans to get news back to you and to Marcy's job in the UK, but as soon as we got there our US connection said she was in Manta, by the sea. We tried to get there quickly, but our every move was anticipated. The government guy convinced us to stay put. They knew where Shavone had been. I jerked off so much that week, I was sure my dick was going to fall off. On Friday, KK asked if I had plans for the weekend. I told her I did not, just maybe play tennis at the club. She asked me if I could get a ride to the DQ around 6pm on Saturday. "I guess so, why?" She told me she worked there on weekends. "If you can get there we can hang out, I have a car, so you don't have to worry about that." I said that sounded great. Saturday came, I played tennis with the club pro in the morning,.