She is improvising, but I appreciate her efforts.At long last she reaches our location. I raise the door to the loading dock and she pulls the limo in...ide the large empty room. She leaves you lying on your back and walks smartly around to the passenger door. She opens the door, pauses for a moment to look at your naked form, legs spread, cock hard, balls heavy with desire, then orders you out on your hands and knees.She clips a collar around your neck as you comply, then attaches a lease,. Behind me I hear someone say "You wanna be fucked don"t ya whore". I feel him playing with my ass, while I continue to feed. I do want to be fucked. I never thought I would but here I am the center of attention and I love it! Deep down I know if any one of these guys wants to fuck me I will gladly let him. Because I want to be that kind of whore. The best slut. As I go from one cock to the next I feel drunk from the lust and desire. I cant suck them all fast enough and their comments and. Nothing. We were both convinced there had to be something, some clue in the pictures. We just kept coming up blank."In a way I'm not surprised," Liz said. "You want to keep a place like this very private." No doubt the CIA or whoever does satellites knows where it is," I said, "but they might not think of what it is. They'd see it as just a village or whatever in the middle of the jungle." I tapped the computer screen for emphasis. Our latest hope had been Monserrat, but the village we'd held. So here I am again sitting at the kitchen table and guess what? I have ‘the’ shoes on. Then I thought about trying to walk about a bit and ventured into the garden. ‘Is there no end to this torture and cramp and constipated duck walk?’ I asked myself as I tried to capture this crippling event on camera, believe you me trying to look glamorous, whilst trying to balance, is an Oscar winner in itself. Now the thing is this, I’m now in the kitchen with my backside firmly planted and have actually.