“I don’t know how he could know; we have checked from the outside and you can’t see in the window with the lights off. I don’t think there is ...nyway he could have seen us,” I replied, although I wasn’t all that convinced. That salute didn’t seem to be a random kind of thing! If we hadn’t been so naïve, we should have connected Ray dropping a note to us saying he had a show coming up if we wanted to ride along, he would be happy for our company. Included was an invitation to help wash the. They said they would verify they story, and proceeded to take my picture. It was when they threw me in the cell that things changed. Suddenly I found myself locked up. There was only one cell and I was sharing it with three other guys. They looked lustfully at me, as I stood there, with nothing but a flannel shirt and a pair of Hanes between me and them. I cowered near the door, my entire body trembling atop long sexy legs and tiny feet, on which I had recently found myself walking nearly tip. " "Hmm," Ajei said. "I might have just the thing to help you out there. Hold on a second." Ajei jumped up from her position on the blanket next to me by the fire and rooted around in the bottom of one of the pockets of her saddle bag. She pulled out a small ceramic bottle that was painted in ornate designs of horses being ridden by proud looking Navajo warriors wearing full feather head dresses. The top had a tiny cork stopper pushed hard into it, to hold in whatever the contents of the. Big hairy linemen fucking me, me fucking pre-freshmen who were visiting the college, even the boys in the debate team that were visiting and fucking each other. Nope, not wanting to relive this.Then it was the next door, and my mom is forcing her best friend to go down on her because she caught her fucking the handyman. That is hot, because it went on for years. When my mom was 18, then again at 20. Then having her friend's mother went down on her when she caught them when she was drunk. Eat.