I cried silently after that and waited for her to wake up so she could untie me. This was their final insult to me. They had tied and gagged me, ****d...my wife, wiped their dirty cocks on my face and now left me to wait so my wife could help me.She woke up a couple hours later and she was crushed. She helped me out of the ties and she wanted to call the hotel security and cops. I stopped her and told her the message they had left with me. She bit her lip for a while and still wanted to call. I had not been in there in the evening before, and, in the glowlamps, with just her sitting at her desk, the room seemed smaller and more intimate than I remembered. She had let down her hair. I decided it was good that way — it made her look quite human.She stood for me, but did not come forward for any formal cheek kissing. "Thanks for coming," she said quietly, glancing at me but not looking me in the eye. "Have a seat." I could not conceive of this girl being embarrassed over anything, but. I draw my tongue back from your vulva, forming for a moment a little glistening strand of your juices between us. The smooth muscles of your belly begin clenching, rolling with hungry and barely concealed energy as you try not to fuck back at me, not wanting to rush the moment. I purse my lips and blow gently on your slit, more delicate even than the touch of my fingers. – Oh Annie, Annie. I’m teasing you. But you know I won’t be able to keep this up much longer. I run my tongue up and down. The train lurches for a third time and the hand disappears, this time you have to step forward to stop yourself falling over, as the train moves off you stand nervously with your legs slightly apart. You feel a little guilty as you realise that you’re hoping the hand will return. Nothing happens and you start to think nothing will, then you tremble again as the hand moves straight under your skirt and on to your arse, moving straight down to where it was, the hand hesitates for a second when it.