"Plenty more where that came from." I slipped my panties down, then reached behind to unhook the bra. I tossed it casually on his face. He shook his h...ad and it fell off. "Oh, no," I told him, "that won't do." I picked up the panties and put my foot back up. I held his eyes as I pushed them into my cunt. When only a little lace was still showing I pulled them out and pressed them to his lips. "Open." He did. I shoved my wet panties into his mouth and he groaned. I turned on the dirty talk,. She recalled the scene at the event earlier and how gorgeous all the other playmates had looked. She recalled a handsome writer that had attended too. The image of the chiseled features of his face flashed in her memory. The way his shirt hugged his broad chest and muscular arms, had made her want to ask him to escort her to a quiet place in the hotel and make her feel like a woman. However, her more practical side had won out and she just made pleasant conversation with him until she had to. I heard one of them grunt/groan very quietly...giving me a small smile as i realized i was sexy to this stranger. When It was my time at the counter I explained to the guy that I was dropping the car off, but that I needed to talk to 'Jim'..... 'Jim' was the guy that owned the shop. He's about in his mid fifties, salt and pepper hair, burly but not fat build, mechanics hands.... My Dad had been taking our cars to Jim's since i was a k**. They weren't friends, more like steady business. Rushing in I saw a small figure sitting in a dark corner. It’s Ghammal. On closer inspection, I saw his swollen bloody face, the dry blood on his left ear and a small blue hole in the middle of his forehead. Most disturbing of the scene was that Ghammal’s tied hands were holding his formidable penis. Michael grabbed my hand and pulled me up and out the chamber, down passages, past the tourists, up the stairs, out the gate and into the heat of the morning sun. I gasped for air, but Michael.