The last part is easy... Stay right there until I get home."He quickly took his camera and placed it on the bookshelf across from abare wall and set ...he timer. He pressed the shutter release button andteetered on his six-inch heels across the room to stand against the wall.As he watched the red light on the camera blink he knew he had tenseconds to make a vital decision, whether to smile or not to smile. Ifhe had a big smile on his face he knew he would look like a freak thatwas enjoying. I removed her undergarment (pavadai). She was not wearing any panty. On seeing her organ I was excited, it was hairy, dark and was wet. I touched that and slowly caressed she resisted initially, but later she allowed me. I slowly moved of the hair and got the view of her vaginal opening. I slowly rubbed that and gave a deep kiss. She gave deep moaning noise. I used my index finger to rub her clitoris, I then pressed her clitoris with little pressure, she was moaning and after few min I pressed. Duringmeals, when I am allowed free speech, I discuss myentrapment with Sara and with three other girls whom areakin to us. We are all playing the game, and we are all dyinginside, slowly. * * * "Naomi," says Sara to me one morning, "by myfiguring it's Christmas." "Oh," I reply, my face slightly downcast, "I wonder ifwe're gonna do anything in here?" "I doubt it, these people celebrate the birth of theirleader on the last day of October." "Yeah, I know, but I can always hope." I flash. Damn it, I was hotter for my own mother than I ever was before.It was on the upcoming Friday. Mom stayed at home for the first time since ages. She was in the kitchen, sipping some wine and cooking dinner. Wearing a hot skintight dress. I was sitting on the kitchen table, hungry for food, lusting for that hot woman preparing dinner. When she was finished cooking, our first, private date night began. She even pored me some wine, ignoring the fact that I legally wasn’t allowed to drink that.