He got up, and went to the men’s room, and as he exited, he bumped into a lady, heading into the ladies room, right next to the men’s. ‘Excuse m...,’ he said, without looking up, until he saw the black slacks the lady was wearing. Only one lady in the tourist group had them on. He looked up. Yes, it was her. ‘Oh that’s all right. I should be looking where I’m going!’ she said, in an accent he couldn’t work out. She’s not American, he thought. They parted. Grumpy went into the bar, had two more. At this time of year, the early morning hours were filled with a low-hanging fog that seemed to get less dense as one traveled upward on the well-marked trail. Mikko had her back-back filled with all of her essential trinkets and books and paper and ink. Her traveling bag was in her hand and she switched it often from one side to the other because the further up she walked, the heavier it seemed to get.The fog was clearing now and she could see the monastery in the distance. Mikko figured she. " He shifts the cab into full speed and any camaraderie or banter has all but disappeared from the conversation. Was my family a bunch of influential hotshots here? The cab pulls up to a scenic hillside and immaculate marble mansion. It has massive spires that cut holes into the clouds above, and the arches rival some of the largest rollercoasters out there. You gulp, you're to be the owner, of this? As daunting as the task is, you feel up to the challenge, with one final deep breathe you step. Someone pushes him to the side laughing, "My turn to have this little cum rag," and another cock presses into me. I feel one guy yanking at the rope tying me to the tree, working to untie the knot. Then my arms are free. For a second I loose my balance before someone catches me. My hands are pulled behind my back and tied together with the rope. I feel my head being grabbed and my face pushed into someone's groin being rubbed against a hard cock. "You want this in you're mouth, your dirty.