They always go in every clothing or shoe store they can find and look around for I don't know how long. They love to do this, but for me, it is like t...rture. No, when I need something, I just go to a shop here in the city, walk in, have a quick look around and the first thing that I see that I like and also fit in, I buy.So on that Saturday, I was on my own again, and I had decided to have a nice naked day. And whoever would come by, he or she would have to deal with the fact that I was sitting. .releasing her 9"dildo. It falls...smacking me in the face. I immediately open my mouth andshe forces the cock down my throat. I begin to lick and suck it....gettingevery inch of the plastic cock covered in my spit. My red lipstick smearedall across the sides. Occasionally she pulls it out of my mouth and smacksme across the face. She just smiles when I look up trying to find out whatI did wrong...But she just forces it back into my mouth.Out of nowhere, she pulls me to my feet and forces me. ‘I’ve told you? My name is Mary Phillips and I’m here on holiday with my friend, Donna, Donna Blake.’ She babbled the words trying not to look across at the torture chair with its straps. ‘You know all about her too I expect, since you’ve got her too.’‘Oh yes, Ms Morgan?I’m sorry, Miss Blake, will be questioned in due course. Odd that there is no record of any passport of that number in that name?or any name at all?according to your Embassy.’ He flicked the one on the desk. ‘Exactly the same. "OH, SHIT!!" he yelled as he tried to pull up his pants but with one leg out of them, didn't quite make it before I just told him to stop."Eric, stop. Just stay the way you are, just sit there and don't move."I walked around the chair and took the mouse and ejected the disc then turned to him."Well, I guess it's my fault for leaving it there. But what's all this you were yelling out about your mother. Did you really mean that? I want to know and I want to know right now."Eric:Now I'm really in.