“A cheap little slut like you hardly seems the type to consider a better life in the USA, never mind here in Santiago … not unless you were sent f...r a purpose.”Yulia gave a small groan, an idea coming to her. “Please, I may be with-child. Don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt my child.” If her hands were free, she would have cradled them over her belly for emphasis, but the cuffs ground into her wrists whenever she tried adjusting the position of her arms. She began to sob loudly in great, dry. We then met Tom in the dining room for a couple of drinks before dinner. The dining room was large with a fire in the fireplace. Then we had a very good dinner prepared by Tom which we had with a bottle of wine. When we finished dinner we sat around in front of the fire and talked with Tom. Tom filled us in on the trail conditions and what we might expect. I noticed Tom glanced at my wife throughout dinner and the evening, which was understandable as she was a very attractive woman. My wife is. But I was already nearing my orgasm, which IS odd! Usually, it takes a while and the guy has to work pretty good at it to get my first one to happen! Not now! I was getting close when I heard the door open and someone walked in! The next stall door opened, shut and locked. My panic level peaked, but I felt a reassuring hand on my back and a slow push back in. I just bit my lip and slowly breathed out. I suddenly got the rush of having sex in a public place, in a forbidden place, with a near. She stood amidst a table of four guys, baiting them on to buy a dance."The stripper with the long dark hair?" Casey asked, looking where Kyle's gaze was fixed. "That a wig she's got on, b*o?" Must be." Julietta's hair was cut in a short bob that swept to one side, but her hair was a similar shade to the wig she was wearing. "She never said she was a fucking stripper. Business student at Berkeley, she told me." Well, if she's working here, she must have been planning to blow us off," Casey.