She tried to move her arms, but was restricted by the straps. She started to raise up off of his fingers, but they moved with her, not allowing her to...get away, sliding rapidly in and out now, his thumb still pressing her clit, not letting the sensation stop for even a second. She felt his hand leave her head, and even though she had guessed what was coming, the shock of his hand hitting her ass still surprised her, and caused her to grind down harder into his probing fingers, eliciting a moan. She also realized that she had expected something much different, unconsciously. She had expected them to try to make her an outcast ... just like Gladys or Ethyl ... or she would have done, had the roles been reversed. In her mind’s eye she could just see Mirriam Dalton sitting at a table with the other women, forced to be there for some unknown reason. Gladys and Ethyl would have used the opportunity to throw barbs at her about her loose-willed daughters or the fact that she had her own. To wake her up I slowly moved the blanket and was about to call her name but suddenly I was surprised. She was sleeping with only her bra and panties on. I kept on looking at her huge melons for some time.Slowly she opened her eyes, that’s when I took my eyes off her breasts and got up and looked around. She sat up an slowly and covered her melons with the blanket. I got little embarrassed but acted cooly. I picked a towel that was on the chair and gave it to her and told her to get up. She. . yet. That could change. But, what the hell... 'Taking a deep breath, he replied "I think he was working for some government group. I can't be certain of that, but nobody ought to know where I am, but Genovese' goons were waiting for me." So Genovese is doing some dirty laundry for the Feds ... hah! He would sleep with his own mother if he thought it would earn him a buck. So why would the Feds be interested in you Mr Ogilvy?"'Here comes the crunch' David realised. 'Truth or dare'."Its like.