" I put down my bag and walked over to his lounge chair.Rick handed me the bottle of oil. "Here you go Mrs. H. Thanks a lot, I appreciated it."I squir...ed some oil on my hands and started rubbing at the top of his shoulders. He had very muscular shoulders and I could feel their strength beneath my fingers."Wow, Mrs. H. Do you have some training? As a massage therapist, I mean." No. I've given a few rub downs over the years, especially when Elizabeth had a pulled muscle or something. She was real. Nevertheless, I felt like I needed to cover all of the bases, so I went to look. As expected, I didn't find anything useful, but I talked to the servants who lived in the house.There was one potentially useful clue. One of the maids said that she had dreamed of hearing two men talking in German, her native language, but it was not a form of German that she could recognize. Could this be Yiddish? If so, only Jews spoke that language, and they tended to cluster together, so I would start my. My hands rounded up to my nipples, still hard from the attention I gave them earlier, I began to roll my nipples between my fingers as I massaged my large breasts. My body was covered in tingles I wanted to cum for him so badly. I smiled softly as I slide my hand out of my shirt and over the little vibrator. I’ve used it so often I can hold it and turn it on with one hand. Soon enough came the very familiar buzzing, then his voice in my head, ‘You want this so badly don’t you?’ My heart skipped. The rest of that day is a blur: sitting for what seemed like forever inthe back of the cruiser while my captor radioed for instructions, then thelong drive to a destination I could only imagine...along the way itsuddenly dawned on me that I'd left my purse in my rental car, leaving mewith no money and no way to contact the outside world! When we finallyarrived at Immigration and Customs Enforcement, I was hustled out of thecruiser and into a holding cell full of Chicanos. Most looked.