The monkey motioned in the affirmative.“What happened?” said the officer.The monkey mimed a drinking action.“They were drinking?”The monkey no...ded his head.“What else?” continued the officer.The monkey pinched his fingers together, held them to his mouth and rolled his eyes.“They were smoking marijuana?”The monkey nodded.“Anything else?” asked the officer.The monkey mimed a kiss.“They were kissing too?”The monkey nodded his head.“So,” said the officer, “you’re saying they were drinking, smoking. When we got off the plane in Memphis, Sherry wanted me to carry my guitar inside the terminal. I did, and after all of us made a run to the restrooms, I came out and asked the woman at the desk if I could play my guitar since there have been lots of people asking me to play when we stop in Memphis.Sherry walked up to stand beside me just as the woman asked, “You’re not Elvis Presley, are you?”I was laughing when Sherry told her, “No Ma’am, he’s not Elvis. He’s my brother, Jerry Helton.”I. "Carl, doooo something!"The couple hooked their fingers inside her briefs ripping them away. Nicole pleading back at her husband; her eyes showing disgust at his titanic erection. "Carl HELP ME!"But her husband just looked back with a drowsy, detached expression.He tired to move but it was pointless, he wanted to tell her he couldn't control himself or his cock but he realised hopelessly that even if he could get the words out she might not believe him.Then her bra was unhooked as Nicole tried. A gag had been strapped into her mouth, preventing her from screaming. She shook her head to clear the rest of the grogginess, and began to panic. As she struggled, three masked, hooded figures stepped out of the shadows and into her line of vision. Her eyes widened as she realized they were all three completely nude and sporting three rock hard erections, thick and veiny, with swollen heads. They had been stroking their dicks as they watched her, struggling and beginning to cry. One of the men.