So, how much choice is left to the owners? Either broke, or bend over. Bare-back!I already knew before where the first official Open Olympics will be....At Crete. I wrote before about the best location, which features at the final installment of one of my most recent series. I was inspired by watching the European Chess National Teams Competition in a as lovely looking, as large sea-side resort five-star hotel at the South Coast in December last year. I watched live game comments by entertaining. Three of the men were there and they had taken off their masks. It was obvious that they didn't care if David or she saw their faces now. That sent a chill of dread through Amanda. They untied their hands and pushed both into a single cell. Inside the small cell there was a cot and a lone standing toilet. On the cot was one blanket. Then there was a large wooden bucket with a dipper that appeared to be for drinking water and one lone chair. The men closed the cell door and left Amanda and David. Make it last a few minutes while you gradually tighten the rope, then you can come inside me after I faint. I think you'll find my last convulsions especially nice for you." Hearing stirrings, the captain guessed the soldiers were getting restless. "She's asked for one last request," he called out to the troops, "but I'll finish this off soon. After she's dead, you can check to make sure." The captain fit the double loop around her neck, then hesitated. "Go ahead," she encouraged him, "enjoy my. I found a dirty thong that was still wet! I began to smell her thong and slowly lick it. Not knowing that she came back to check how I was doing and was watching me through the partly closed door. She began to squeeze her breasts and finger herself while she watched me. When I was licking off the last bit of juices that were left from her thong, I heard her give a soft moan. Quickly I placed her thong back and went back to work, but she staid there watching me work while she fingered.