Don't ever feel that you did something wrong, because you didn't."She looked good for forty-five. She had a nice complexion and perfect hair. It was l...ght brown and she had highlights that glistened in the sunlight. She jogged regularly and her body was nicely toned and tanned. She was a "Lands End" type of girl during the week, but was glamorous when she had to be. Marcie was as perfect as she claimed I was. I just could not understand the reasoning behind it."I'm sorry. It doesn't make sense.. He pulled away androlled over, leaving her cold.The men cheered him.He stood next to the bed, wrapping himself in a robe. He spoke to themin Arabic, something sounding like a victory speech. He gestured towardsthe cowering girl trying to cover herself on the bed. The men applaudedAyaan's performance, worth every penny they paid to witness it.She looked up at Ayaan addressing the men. He looked powerful."Dress her," Ayaan said to Halim. "Tomorrow we can dock in India and ourguests can see safe. Don’t ever let me catch you with runs in your pantyhose!” I had stopped to listen to him and then resumed pulling the pantyhose up when he had finished. Whispering Nick said “What did I just say? Isn’t that a run in the crotch?” he asked. “No, its just a little hole. I’ll change them later, when I get home” I said. “Oh I can’t go out with someone who has runs in his pantyhose” Nick said. I began to explain that the hole was not running when Nick leaned forward and inserted his index finger in. I was wearing a wide white dress with spaghetti halters while Triss had on a black pants and white shirt, his sleeves folded up as it was still warm and summery. He looked good in a white shirt and black pants, and while the stupid ads were rolling, I placed my hand gently on his crotch, rubbing the bulge in his pants.He leaned in and whispered, "What the fuck are you doing?" when I just quietly unzipped his pants and reached inside, trying carefully to pull out at least half of his proud, hard.