Her voicewas loud and brash and totally unrefined. Her manner was lewd andsexual but at the same time, overly casual. She was so absorbed by hermobile...that her eyes looked dim and her mouth was hanging open. Iwasn't perfect myself, but I always tried to present a good image atall times. It was a shame nobody had taught her to do the same.I couldn't help looking down on her a bit though. However bad herupbringing and environment, she was a human being able to make choices.If she chose to commit. I was actually excited and buzzing expectantly.I decided that I needed to use the toilet and splash some water on my face before we left so Mo shuffled over and let me out. To my surprise, I was slightly wobbly on my legs due to the strong drinks. Dave offered to come with me to the toilet and I said that I would be fine when I had washed my face.The waiter noticed that I was having difficulty walking to the toilets and smugly suggested that I should not have had the port. I made it to the door. Her face and neck are bright red and her breathing seems ragged.She finally put the book down and looked at the pictures on the covers of the other books. She read the titles, all about rape and blackmail and forced sex and humiliating and abusing young women.She finally spoke in a quiet breathless voice, as if she were afraid someone else would hear. “So how does this work? Do you just do what anyone tells you to do? Is there a limit? Aren’t you scared about where this is going? Does your mom. Her mind filled with panic. How did she get here? Why is she naked? She leaped up and went for the door. It was locked. She banged on the door. "Hello! Is anyone there? Someone let me out!" There was no reply. She circled the room looking for anything that might help her understand her situation.After what felt like hours she heard a noise come from behind the door. The door unlocked in and walked a man. He was very well built, with the physique of a bodybuilder, just over 6 feet tall, wearing.