" Jack said with a smile."You will walk over to the shower and bend over hands grabbing your ankles and wait. Ben here will take care of you, but I'll...be watching you." Now move it." Jack snapped.Linda was somewhat confused but started walking toward the shower, she had been sure they would rape her but now they wanted her to shower. Linda realized that she was in no position to fight these men and perhaps it was better to just go along and maybe she would get an opportunity to get away.She. And sure enough, there was Samantha!Change of plans.I stopped in the doorway and watched as Samantha bought some sexy stuff. Then, as she headed for the exit, I made sure she knew I had been looking.She blushed crimson at the thought that I had been eavesdropping, but I wouldn't let her say anything. I came right out and told her, "You didn't need to go this far for me. Just come to my room is all you need to do."That said, I gently put my arm around her as we walked. Amazingly, Samantha. Aggressive, playful, and yet loving and possessive in its own way. You claimed me as your personal tart. So, here I am.“By the way, I am married, in case you didn’t recall. Not that it matters. A green card marriage in a way, but not entirely. I mean, I’m not in love with Gavin, nor he with me, but he’s damn good in bed, when he’s not off with men or women. He’s a cross-dressing chap and a bit fond of the lads half of the time, but he and I screw for the fun of it and to keep the Feds happy. By. With our stomachs full of food and after all we had been through in the last twenty-four hours or so, we both drifted off quickly to sleep...RING! ... RING! ... What the fuck? Oh ... the phone. I reached over to the night table and picked up the portable there.“Hello.”“Hey bro’, how’s it going on the home front?” My older brother’s cheerful voice rang out over the phone. I looked over at the clock; 3:38pm. Good, we’d had about an hour and a half of sleep.“Dave. Everything’s okay. No problems.”.