In the envelope were several photos, each showing two men using an electronic key card to enter our room, and the same two men leaving. All photos wer... time stamped, and I could plainly see that one of the men was Massoud. The other was a complete stranger to me, but I memorized his face and body-build. The time stamp indicated the illicit entry was made shortly after Winnie played her part about buying the Yacht.The last two photos showed my messenger, removing the devices, doing something to. "Relax," she said. "Remember last month when you asked me what it felt like to be fucked by a man? Well my dear, tonight you're gonna find out. This is my second cousin James, he's gay so I asked him to do me this favor. And he said that he would love to bust your cherry."I struggled to get up, but it was no use because of the restraints on me. My head was spinning, my heart was pounding in my throat both from the fear of trying to take something that large up my ass and the excitement of. ‘Is that true?’ I asked, not believing him. He thought about it for a minute then met my eyes. ‘No,’ he answered softly. ‘I missed it.’ ‘Why in the bloody hell did you do that?!’ I asked, then was sorry that I did. He just looked at me with his soulful eyes but didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. We just looked deeply at each other for a moment. ‘Jackson,’ I said, finally breaking the silence, ‘that was really sweet.’ He smiled but there was a hint of sadness under his smile. ‘I really. This last year or so, she has finally owned her feelings and has begun to communicate them to me. I love it. Simply knowing she has sexy thoughts throughout the day, with or without me, is a turn on. Knowing her sweet little muffin gets hot, and that her mind can race with sexy thoughts makes me smile. I love to know she still has these feelings after two kids and years of a busy life. The mere mention of her having passionate sex, using her body to turn men on, drives me crazy as well!One.