Paul knocked on the door in a short while with a jug of water and glasses on a tray.The man then got undressed down to his boxer shorts and sat beside...her on the bed and began rubbing and pulling her tits, he then shoved her onto her back and started pushing his fingers into her pussy and arse. He asked how she came to be in this position, and she told him she was kidnapped and was a prisoner and could he help her. He told her he would love to but the gang who had her would get their revenge. I was just smart enough to stash it up (or dumb enough, in hindsight) so that I wouldn’t risk my freedom on each buy. Look, I enjoy pot. That’s just a fact. It was bad enough that the stupid Congress had to outlaw the wonderful weed. Then they had to get REALLY full of it and set mandatory minimum sentences for mere possession of marijuana as part of their ‘War On Drugs’. Don’t we have enough enemies without declaring war on narcotics? Terrorism, at least, IS a real threat. DRUGS, on the other. After a minute or so of spanking, smoothing of the cotton print material and more spanking, over the swell of both buttocks, straying downwards to the tops of her thighs and upwards to just above the waistband of her panties. I raised the hem of her dress to view the results of my efforts.I placed my hand on her left cheek and felt her squirm and then slowly stretch her thighs apart and close them again. I fondled her cheek and felt rather than watched as she went through the motions again. I. .{of course I followed.....}. Amongst the junk down there, there was a bed which she motioned me to sit on while she pulled up a chair across the room. Apart from the sound of our breathing and the thumping of my ferociously beating heart, it was dead silent. I sat there watching the movement of her torso when she inhaled and exhaled, it was such an intense moment. With a cheeky grin she places her hands on her knees, she slowly gathers her dress till it reaches her upper thighs, then parts her.