. again." What happened?" Her voice had that tired quality to it that is so often there in a voice that has to ask "What now?" for the fifth or sixth ...r seventh time."You said you like Mexican, right? How about we meet at El Cazador, and I'll tell you all about it over dinner."The pain was gone, if not the sunburned look that the skin retains for days after it's been irritated with pepper spray. I forgot about that, though, and walked up to meet her with a smile on my face designed to make her. My auntie approached me and ripped off all my clothes throwing them onto the floor. I went grab her tits but she grabbed my neck and said I had been a naught boy and I had to be punished. The first thing what happened on this night was immense....my auntie grabbed my balls pulled me downstairs to where the basement door was, I had never been in her basement so I didnt know what was down there. When we got down inside the basement I was amazed at what I saw....a black and red room with stocks,. It contained schools, stores, restaurants, hospitals andeven beauty salons. For all intense and purposes, it was a city under amountain, the future of the American way of life. My crew and I wereassigned the task of doing an inventory before the clean out.When the bombs started to fall, the automated systems kicked in and theplace sealed tighter then a drum. Before we new what was happening, theoverhead monitors came on and we witnessed the end of Washington D.C andthen the rest of the world. Smiling at me Cam retorts, “Such a gentleman, no, you ‘re fine.”Lifting my legs a little, Cam slides onto the couch and I rest them back down. The result is pretty comfortable, with Cam sitting underneath my legs, his hands resting on my knees.About ten minutes into the movie, Cam begins gently rubbing my legs. His smooth hands feel wonderful and relaxing. As innocent as it is; I can’t help but be aroused by the situation. I do my best to play it off and continue to watch the movie, but soon.